A Calendar of Haiku - August
We are bang in the middle of what’s called the ‘Dog Days’. Many birds now in moult, hide away, and very little bird song can be heard. But occasionally on a hot puthery sort of day we may get to hear a Whitethroat ...
a whitethroat bursting from the hedge the only sound
[...] Suddenly he crosses to the tops of the hawthorn and immediately flings himself up into the air a yard or two, his wings and ruffled crest making a ragged outline; jerk, jerk, jerk, as if it were with the utmost difficulty he could keep even at that height. He scolds, and twitters, and chirps, and all at once sinks like a stone into the hedge and out of sight as a stone into a pond.[...] The Life of the Fields - Richard Jefferies 1887
He so nailed it!
The haiku is another from my eChapbook Feathered Skies published by Proletaria.
The featured image is from a postcard of a Whitethroat by Roland Green (1890 – 1972).
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