Photo by Katy Brown, Davis
This rooster
struts along as though
he had something to say
—Anonymous
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The barnyard rooster
tries to act like a lion
by preening his feathers
—Kikasu
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They have learned
to visit at mealtimes—
baby sparrows
—Tayo
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The warbler
wipes its muddy feet
on the plum blossoms
—Issa
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As the sea grows dark
the voice of the duck
faintly whitens
—Basho
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Even herons
after six in the evening
fly two by two
—Anonymous
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—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)
—Medusa
Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.)