Winter Birds (Seven Haiku)

New-laid snow – somewhere
a woodpecker, stuttering
in the old oak tree.

Enter rook, flapping
into the light – a leaf, torn
from the shadow-tree.

Greenfinch on the branch –
a plump leaf waiting to fall
on the peanut bag.

On the bird table –
a blue tit and a robin
comparing plumage.

Exit rook, flying
untidily – an open
book hurled at the sun.

The birds are feeding
jerkily, like silent film
retouched with colour.

Solitary gull –
from dark to dark cloud bearing
its freight of sunlight.

Anthony Watts

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