summer twilight...

the birds sing

their roosting songs

I love that time of night.  So peaceful, so right.

exploring the secret
water ways of a mangrove forest --
cacophony of birdsong

Originally posted on Facebook's NaHaiWriMo page on 3/26/2013, but this is a revised version.  Prompt was key, which reminded me of kayaking in the Florida keys.

a mocking bird

practicing his song at night ~

too young to sing by day

We had a house guest once who was kept awake all night by a mocking bird. The guest was a singer, and he couldn't stop trying to figure out what the next note would be. A fellow birder told me that only the juveniles sing at night--they do that because if they sang    during the day they would be chased away by the adult birds.

Posted on Facebook's NaHaiWriMo page 3/07/2013.

Prompt was status.

Inspired by a haiku by Laura Williams

peck, rest
   peck, rest
the whole long day
the shell falls away
ah, freedom


beak open wide
squawking ...
the struggle begins

Posted on NaHaiWriMo's FB page, 8/16/2012.  Prompt was birth.  I wanted the first one to emphasize the hard work involved in birth.  In the case of a bird, it must break out of the shell by its own labour.

I also considered posting the following, but did not.  Maybe some other day:  "baby's first cry / his struggle begins"