Sunday, 4 March 2012

Tanka

by the roadside
a dead male blackbird lies
with open beak -
tomorrow's dawn chorus
will be a singer short.

17 comments:

Michelle May said...

So sad. Poor little thing.

Andrew said...

It happens too often.
Lovely words..

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Aww....

Love the truth of this.......

:)

Bill said...

A worthy memorial.

Tommaso Gervasutti said...

A stabbing force here!

sandy said...

It is nice that someone will miss him.

dosankodebbie said...

Sweet.

Ms Sparrow said...

Nature is so harsh!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Poignant picture, lovely post.

eileeninmd said...

One less to sing, hopefully all the others will sing louder to make up for the loss.

Oh said...

Oh, a sad bit on Tanka, but on the other hand, nice that there's your poem to honor him.
Today, we noted that one of the squirrels that visits the ground beneath our sunflower seed feeder has only one eye. I refused to believe Husband; had to use the zoom on my camera to verify and then was somewhat horrified. Surely, though, if you ask little "Uno" as we have now named him, he would just look at you with his good eye and say something like "what are you talking about? I'm fine. I'm here and really enjoying these seeds."

Christina said...

Every death should be acknowledged even if its just on the wind.

Rabbits' Guy said...

Awwww ....

Selma said...

This made me cry, Juliet. It is beautifully written. I have seen it so many times *sob*

The Weaver of Grass said...

The trouble with blackbirds Juliet is that they will fly very low over the road just as one is driving past and sometimes it is impossible to avoid them. Sad though.

ashok said...

Oh!touching words!

the cuby poet said...

Poignant. Careful choice of words. I like it a lot.