Thursday, October 27, 2022

Haibun


 Hector
April 17, 1889 - -October 27, 1996

THE BIRD MAN

Dad. Always perfectly dressed. Suit, hat, tie. Shoes polished. We are at the town green. He puts a few peanuts on one shoulder, then on the other. He has peanuts in his open hand.


"Stand still," he says. "Wait and they will come."



 

Sunday church bells 

summoning the faithful 

a flurry of pigeons 

Cattails

7 comments:

Gillena Cox said...

Read this with reverence.
Have a nice weekend Adelaide

Much❤love

Magyar said...

minds memories
held within each night's flight
tears absorb tears

_m

Adelaide said...

Thank you doug and Gillena.

On sunday mornings Dad often took me and my sister out to give my mom a breather. We were always amazed at how he tamed the birds to eat out of his hands.

Adelaide

Magyar said...

__Quintessence.

Adelaide said...

Hi Doug,

I had to look this up. I thank you for the compliment.

Adelaide

Magyar said...

... and our flags flutter, in the breeze of memories... .
__ "Wait and they will come."

Adelaide said...

Thanks Doug

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