Scrapping

Sparrows

They squabble like humans,
these sparrows tussling over
fallen seeds under my feeder.
Silly birds! They can’t comprehend
a big bag of feed in my garage

poured out fresh daily,
Food for all, yet they threaten
and buffet each other;
little warlords disputing division,
eyes fixed on the last crust,
while fresh loaves brown in the oven.

As if there’ll never be enough,
as if each one must have it all
or starve. Or do they simply enjoy
scrapping? So much like people!

Moonbeams and Wee Hours

I wonder how many of you got to see the “blood moon” this morning? I got up at 7:15 am and glanced out our south window to see stars twinkling brilliantly in a black sky. No moonlight, though.

My husband had reminded me before bed that there would be an eclipse in the early morning, so I stepped out and had a look around. Took some looking but I did find the moon, pretty much at full eclipse, and it definitely did have a bloody appearance. I checked again from time to time as the earth started to move away. These natural phenomena are always intriguing.

In honour of this “blue moon” and lunar eclipse event, I’ll post some lunar haiku I’ve written in the past:

Midnight Thoughts

midnight poems
composed when sleep won’t come
only the moon is clear

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Moonshine

In the wee hours
he wanders, bleary eyes
full of moonshine

Kind Moon

even to the drunkard
snoring in the alley
the moon is kind