Friday, July 31, 2009

Haiku #210

In your cut-off life
you resemble reptile ancestors,
Little Bird

I was coming back from the mailbox this steamy afternoon, my eyes on the ground and lost in dreamy thought, when I saw this little bird. I don't know how it got there; it wasn't near a tree. I went inside and got my camera. Because I was in such a dreamy state, I didn't think to mark to place, so it took me a while to find the bird again. It was only ten minutes or so, but in that brief time, the body had already changed. It was more limp and the head had fallen into the rocks. I know a lot of people will think it morbid of me to be so fascinated with this dead creature, but I find beauty in it.


emmapeelDallas said...

Beauty and infinite sadness...

ggw07 said...

"Death that hath sucked the honey from thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Romeo and Juliet"
— William Shakespeare

Terrific image!

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