a small stone

the sounds of blue jays screeching for peanuts
they come from far and wide,
landing in the service berry and apple trees.
now, to fly down, grab, and then go,
bragging of their prize.

About pedometergeek

A pharmacist by profession, a haiku poet by nature, I read and write. I have a book of haiku, Ohayo Haiku, and another somewhat alternative haiku book, Three Breaths, but write other genres. I also read...lots of novels! My favorite is, and remains, Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged but I am also a big Harry Potter fan. I truly am a pedometer geek strapping on my pedometer as soon as I awaken.
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2 Responses to a small stone

  1. julespaige says:

    I just give my birdies black oil sunflower seeds.
    Here is something different from the long verse department:
    https://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/2014/08/03/incongruous/

    Like

  2. Trust me, they love peanuts.

    Like

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