fledgling chickadees
by Elouise
fledgling chickadees
four babes outside my window
irrepressible
* * * * *
Exuberant, freedom-drunk and chirping madly
they teeter on spiny ribs beneath the canopy
of a green and white striped sunbrella
I laugh my way into tears of joy that
become sharp stabs of pain
Wouldn’t it be wonderful
on another planet
in a far-away galaxy. . . . . .
this joy-besotted moment catapulted
into reality eons before,
beyond this present grief?
Haiku written 17 July 2012
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 May 2014
Telling the Truth 
Lovely! The imagery is just wonderful.
in two notes
the cuckoo sings her life
my deadline passes
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Thanks for your kind comment. I’m happy you found my blog, and have already checked out your writing. Very nice indeed!
Elouise
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Wow, your poetry is so amazing. This one is so deep.
Chickadees are my favorite bird. I just love their cute little pertness and love the calls as well. The whistle-call sounds so sweet and poignant, and then there’s that other call that sounds so cheeky. So glad they’ve got a nice home in your yard.
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Thanks, Nancy. “Cheeky.” Just the right word! I couldn’t help thinking about my three sisters and myself when I saw those tiny little fledglings having so much fun! Total abandonment, excitement, and non-self-consciousness. Not exactly how I experienced our childhood, though it made me almost giddy to watch them and hear their non-stop chatter.
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Thank you for your poem. Thanks for hope not hype.
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You’re so welcome.
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