Whither the thrush whose ethereal notes woke me at dawn? A male towhee flies up to a sunlit branch and takes a shit, singing.
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Whither the thrush whose ethereal notes woke me at dawn? A male towhee flies up to a sunlit branch and takes a shit, singing.
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WARNINGS: YOKED HAIKUS
Two birds singing songs
Say similar things meaning
different warnings.
Ethereal notes wake
the doleful soul to sunrise,
quick ones will surprise.
Whither hides the thrush
calling this day a good day?
One trills. Defecates.
Rhythms of a day:
Like looking at either side
of a one-way mirror.
—Albert B. Casuga
07-15-11
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“Warnings” is also reposted at:
http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/07/warnings-yoked-haikus.html
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