Bird Moment Haiku

Tuesday, 11 November 2025

Starlings

This morning’s laundry
Already flapping in breeze
Starlings on a line

In the grey rainlight
A steady drizzle of wings
Storm clouds of starlings

A303

Starlings on power
Lines; two lanes of traffic queued
Waiting to arrive

A37

Seagulls billow up
White and grey rollers breaking
Over ploughed brown field

Buzzard, bare legs bent
On telephone pole
Meditating now

Lodmoor

Heron feather-cloak’d
Skims the scrubland with black wings
Fashionably late

Weymouth Seafront

Wagtail, dapper chap
Dip and bow to you too, Sir!
Waterline parade

A37

A pair of kites hang
High above the hilltop here
Taut in the updraft

A magical sight
As a merlin lands nearby
Eyes mesmerised now

Near the River Brue

Two swans, a poem
Written in a rhyne, gently
Drift in dusk’s warm light

Flying Ducks

Above us fly ducks
Sixteen silhouetted shapes
On a wall of sky

Long-tailed tits and great tits

A little storm flies
Through the garden; whirlwind calls
And lightning flash wings

House martins

I watch from the door
House martins drawing sky signs
A language of wings

Barnstaple

Brent Geese fly; as stark
As the roundabout stones stand
Against the blue sky

Magpie

Striped youth, still callow
Finding berries flutters high
Into sapling tree

Little Egret

On Bridgewater road
Origami bird flies past
Legs folded, wings shaped

Eight swifts winging it
Free-wheeling in the blue zone
Feathered rocketeers

I am bereft. Now
My view, an empty nest box
Sparrows fully fledged

Two swifts returned and
How they wheel to Summer’s June
Dancing their duet

Green woodpecker swoops
Low; the grass shawl of the Tor
Wraps summer ’round her