It doesn’t seem that long ago that Swallows were everywhere, over the house, and over the meadows; to and fro, to and fro; rebuilding their nests tucked under the rafters of the disused barn across the way ...
Sometimes my haiku especially the one-liners or monoku seem to call for a setting - they seem a bit lost - somehow unfinished ... adding a title, a tad controversial, provides a sense of place in which the ku firmly resides. 1
Here then is a short collection of my monostich ...
The Yellowhammer and his song has become embedded in our cultural memory and rural heritage. Immortalised by Beethoven and Enid Blyton.
Swifts are frequently flying low over the garden at lightning speed, screaming as they do. It’s a little like being stood on a railway station platform, with a train thundering past every few minutes.
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