Senyru/Tanka:

A heron hunting
my binoculars ready
waiting and watching
bulrushes sway in the breeze
as the spectacle unfolds.

Birds chirping away
swinging atop a poplar
a beholding sight
their joyous mood at mating
pumps up the adrenaline.

I see sky dancers
moving with elegant grace
and think of beauty
freedom is the will to fly,
ascending to the heavens.

I hear the birds twerp
watch them build nest in treetops
eat insects below
watching out window from couch
I'm lost in thoughts with nature.

The Humming birds pair
with flock of migrating geese
perched atop their wings
an eye pleasing harmony
worthy of emulation

I rear some birds here
in the old farm I call "Home"
to have eggs and meat
I sold them in the market
to feed my own family

Twittering swallows
I watch them rebuild their nest
five baby hatchlings.
their brood is always hungry
I have no need for fly spray.

Birds flock in tall grass
as I watched through my glass door
blue birds, red birds eat
grass in my backyard uncut
a deers family appeared

Attentive to death
I await each end of life
with hunger and greed
like a buzzard with bad breath
a mortician thrives on death

My skilled cormorant
a ring tied around it’s neck,
sweet-fish in it’s throat
an old man waits patiently
while I fry up his supper

I watch quietly
two swans neck by the lake shore
forming a sweet heart
they brood in rippled silence
iconic of mute romance

I dwell in trees high
rookery commune for me
daily off we fly
I go to our school each day
suns time brings air to my wings

On the land we learn
from parents who know the way
let us fly today
in fields green where we are seen
scratching and pecking away

Murder she screamed
it was just too much for me
I counted only three
so I took off from her roof
death could wait for another day

Coauthors:
Mand
Barbara
Raj
Alidzain
Stan
Ian.