Honkin’ Tanka
fly in from the North
strut around a backyard pond
her mate now arrives
slate-winged, sleek-necked, full-throated
fowl love endures the air miles
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fly in from the North
strut around a backyard pond
her mate now arrives
slate-winged, sleek-necked, full-throated
fowl love endures the air miles
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Love that title!
How I love that fourth line! Can’t help but smile at the double entendre of “fowl” love.
Love it, Bill! And yes, fun title.
Fun poem! Mile high club for birds?
Hahaha! Exactly! Love in the air currents. 🙂
So playful and well done