It's Still Life

A robin’s on the fence, facing the neighbours garden, waiting for worms or bugs or both. I’m cutting chives to garnish cooked eggs. Hello there, I say as if a bird gives a tick about good manners and idle pleasantries. But to my surprise, it turns and stares at me. Its feathered breast is the colour of summer squash. And it replies with a whistling squalish single linear response, much like the same sound I make when I eat a sun-warmed tomato straight off the vine, although that particular euphoria is still two months away.

I will greet every
Falling and flying thing that
Shines in the blue sky

For dVerse: Frank’s summertime Haibun Monday. Image from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Apologies for the sloppy haiku, which really isn’t a haiku at all.