First calls from the wash
wibble-wobble of small quails
coyote pups yip
This haiku needs some explanation. The wash is the sandy dry river bed that runs through the bottom of the canyon. As I took my morning walk I heard a funny sound coming from that direction. That wibble-wobble at first sounded like a large covey of baby quail being herded by adult Gambel's Quail. It sounded like the flexing of metal sheets, like a saw might make if you were going to play a saw. It is a little early in the season, but in another month we'll be able to start counting those large groups of quail herding the golf ball sized chicks across the road and around the cacti. You've got to be able to count fast. I've seen as many as 32 in a group. Often the chicks are out of sight before I'm done counting. So this is what I thought I heard until I had the opportunity to listen a little longer in the quiet air. It was the sound of young coyote pups yipping in excited little yaps. So now you know where the quaillets go for breakfast.
Your challenge for today is to write about the first thing you saw this morning. Have fun using all your senses. Happy Friday. Happy poetry.
The Poetry Friday Roundup is being hosted by Tara at her new blog site A Teaching Life today. Thanks Tara for a great poetry party.
empty wine glasses
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you, at home again
Doriane, Thanks for sharing your lovely poem. I can see the red wine residue in the bottom of the glass, the lipstick smudge and the little fat globules from the grilled steak. This is really good.
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blue against darker blue
at midnight
Lovely, thanks for sharing, Kortnery, For some reason this reminded me of sitting on the front porch nursing my baby in the night and thinking that the moon had seen women from the beginning of time sitting doing the same thing--all those mothers. Sort of like realizing that you're breathing the same air that Christopher Columbus breathed, or Cleopatra.
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Hey Linda,
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this morning
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milkman driving slowly
my milk on its way!
Love your 'wibble wobble', & remember loving seeing those special quail.
Linda, thanks for this. It brought a flood of memories about milk delivery. All day yesterday the sun hid and your poem made me think of the wet streets and the truck pulling up in the early morning to drop off the milk bottles and the clink of the glass. Great memories.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for the chuckle, Mary Lee.
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pushes around the curtains
smell of fresh coffee
I love all the sounds in your poem. It was nice to take a visit to the desert today.
Rosi,
DeleteThanks for the smell of the coffee. I needed it this morning.
Watching the quail parade across my back yard was definitely one of the highlights when I lived in New Mexico! (I remember the coyote calls as well, but was never lucky enough to hear any pups.) Thanks for bringing back these happy memories for me.
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome Michelle. Sure wish I could put some of those coyote serenades in a box and send them to you.
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