Window

 
 
 

an open window—
 
savoring my first coffee
 
and Basho’s haiku

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Kitten

 
 
 

Summer afternoon—
 
a kitten in the window
 
licks her forepaws clean.

Bird

 
 
 

Bird at my window,
 
where did you learn the dark song
 
that leaks from your throat?

Stopped

 
 
 

Bird at my window,
 
why have you stopped your singing,
 
now that dawn has come?

Trust

 
 
 

Bird at my window,
 
now that your left wing’s broken,
 
will you trust the right?

Sing

 
 
 

Bird at my window,
 
how much longer will you sing
 
this winter’s morning?

Lost

 
 
 

Bird at my window,
 
is it because of the wind
 
that you’ve lost your song?