Hello, Fire Eaters!
I seem to be obsessed with birds lately. When I sit down to illustrate a haiku, I seem drawn towards the poems about birds. Perhaps, this is just a sign of middle age. I’m becoming a birder. That’s fine by me!
good fortune's omen great blue heron inspects pond, statue's reflection
sounds of runners fade hidden birds chirp, cheep, and trill fully unbothered
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