Yesterday at dawn in Padua, a squawking concert created by the voices of hundreds of migrant birds greeted me. I marvelled as a group fell upon the persimmon tree in the garden, blackening it for a moment, until I moved – causing them to fly away. The cat sat at the window – her puffed up tail swishing furiously. The tea was bitter this morning.
just passing through
migrant birds like falling stars
© G.s.k. ‘15
Carpe Diem Special #176: “create a haibun with a maximum of 75 words (including the haiku)”
Hello folks … I’m back from Padua and hope to visit you all soon! Bastet