Patiently waiting outside the back door
for another distribution of cracked corn. . .
harete susumi no
New Year's Day--
the clouds are gone and sparrows
are telling each other tales
Haiku; Japanese Art and Poetry; Judith Patt, Michiko Warkentyne, Barry Till, Pomegranate, Petaluma CA, 2010,
Wouldn't it be fine to listen to the animals chatter? What sorts of tales do sparrows tell? What I love so much about my childhood pal, Dr. Doolittle, was the way he understood the language of animals. Those early books stay with one, so it seems.