An Algarve retreat –
Silence broken by dogs, saws ~
Then, by lovely owls.
Tag: Sound
Baby sparrows cheep –
Wood Pigeon’s unfinished song ~
Making lunch outside.
#360/365
Noisy House Sparrows –
Imitating us humans ~
Cacophonous din.
#352/365
That point in the stream –
Where you can hear the water ~
Always pleases me.
#238/365
Waves on a Wednesday-
I sit on a pile of rocks ~
Made in older seas.
#193/365
Indoor lemon tree –
The last fruit falls with a bump ~
Giving me a fright.
#29/365
Church bells ring for six –
Birds crankily settle down ~
Rain falling, softly.
#11/365
Daily lockdown walk –
The creek’s familiar curves ~
The sound of water.
#7/365
Noisy House Sparrows –
The gurriers of the hedge ~
Silent as I pass.
[Gurrier: Noun, from Irish gur cake (“confection consisting of a thick layer of fruit-based filling between two thin layers of pastry, often eaten by poor children”) https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/gurrier]
#5/365
Robin flying past –
Everywhere, the same sound ~
Garden, prison camp.
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