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Pierced by falcon claws
Red feathers on the white snow
A cardinal sin.



A swooping gesture:
The hawk’s immediate stoop,
Falconer’s treasure.

For 3 Word Wednesday
gesture, immediate, treasure


The red dragonfly
quarters an autumn meadow.
Snatch! – the kestrel’s claws.

After Basho

Quick as a surprise
The first migrating falcon
Over Cape May Point.

The Basho haiku that inspired me, loosely paraphrased:

Solitary hawk
The delight of finding it
At Irago Point.


Pigeons and sparrows
Panic into whirling flocks
Pointed wings above.