Tag: poetry

Haibun: Beaver Dam

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My son Aaron and I are way back in the wilderness of Superior National Forest, and we’ve just stumbled upon a recently constructed beaver dam. Unfortunately, beavers like to lounge around inside their “lodge” where they’re high and dry, and safe from predators during the day. The construction project is all done on the night shift, so we’ll have to settle for some photos of the pond.

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Mama is most likely tending to some little ones inside the lodge, as beavers have from one to four kits in the spring.

One thing there is no shortage of out here is woodticks. We must have pulled twenty or thirty of the little blood-suckers off our legs already. And then there’s lyme disease.

Well, it looks like there will be no tail-slapping activities here today.

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found a beaver dam

a newly built beaver dam–

and no beaver. damn

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–Photos by me

 

Say Again, Cap’n?

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The ship was in great peril;

Her hull had sprung a leak,

And so our captain called the crew

On deck so he could speak:

“We’re working to repair the hull,”

He crooned, clearing his throat,

“Until we do, our big bilge pump

Will keep the ship afloat,

And as repairs may take some time,

I’m making this decree:

All non-essential items

Must be thrown into the sea.”

And yet the ship sunk faster,

And our frantic captain roared,

“That pump is too damned heavy,

We must throw it overboard!”

llama

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llama

social, curious

grazing, spitting, playing

may save us all

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Imagine my surprise when I ran into this woolly gal out in the woods! She had escaped from a nearby farm, but she happily followed me to it. The farmer told me that they used to have two more, but one wandered off and the other was killed by a bear.

Llamas, with their unique kind of blood, have recently shown an exciting potential for a coronavirus treatment. Go llamas!

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–Photos by me

Haibun: Stars

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I’m following a trail into the woods tonight to get a better view of the moonless, starry sky without the light pollution from the city. It’s getting darker as I go, and my eyes are finally adjusting. I can’t believe how spectacular it is–the sky is beginning to look like powdered sugar spilled on black velvet. Venus is so bright, it’s actually casting a shadow.

If only my camera could do justice to this celestial extravaganza!

It’s so peaceful out here. The pines are like gentle giants swaying in the breeze under a canopy of dazzling stars. I can’t help but smile.

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we’re made of stardust

ergo, our lives are truly

written in the stars

 

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–photos by me