Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Early in the New Year

Patiently waiting outside the back door 
for another distribution of cracked corn. . .

ganjitsu ya
harete susumi no

New Year's Day--
the clouds are gone and sparrows 
are telling each other tales

Ransetsu (1653-1708)

Haiku; Japanese Art and Poetry; Judith Patt, Michiko Warkentyne, Barry Till, Pomegranate, Petaluma CA, 2010, 
page 74.

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.

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