I dag er der verndenspoesidagen, og som medlem af det danske haikunetværk bliver jeg nok nødt til at fejre dagen med et haiku. Det er ikke hverken særligt dybsindigt eller filosofisk. Jeg har vist set for meget UgleTV.
Uglemor ruger,
vi er med på en kigger.
Hvor er uglefar?
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Today is World Poetry Day and as I am a member of the Danish Haiku Society I just have to celebrate the day with a haiku. Not very deep or surprising, but suiting this photo. I have been watching (too much) OwlTV.
Brooding MotherOwl
we're all having a peek.
Where is DaddyOwl?
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| Nattebillede fra UgleTV -- Night photo from OwlTV |
I so admire people who can create haiku. They are succinct and elegant and beyond me.
SvarSletAS you see from this haiku, they are not all philosophical pearls. Everyday happenings, that make us wonder, is excellent haiku material. And 99 out of 100 of my haiku only ever reach my own haiku notebook. You should give it a try. The important thing, for me in any case, is two lines that set the scene, and then a third line showing the wonder of everyday life. It is not supposed to be an elitist artform, but one we all can enjoy - and look up to its masters. Don't be afraid of it.
SletActually, I think I'll put this haiku on the live-stream OwlTV, just to encourage people to try it ;) Thanks for the inspiration. I often think, when I write ;)
Yes, where IS Daddy Owl?? Do the dads sit on the eggs too?
SvarSletI didn't remember to mark world poetry day on my calendar so I have missed it! Thanks for doing your part :)
The answer is: Daddyowl is near by! He does not brood, his job is to bring his prey to Motherowl. And all the time Motherowl sits on the nest he faithfully brings birds, mice, rats, rabbits, even once a small deer, to Motherowl, who either swallows it whole or later make it into small pieces to feed the owlets. If you follow the link, you can see a live time streaming of the nest, and if you scroll down, selected video clips shows happenings in the nest, as newly hatched owlets, owlets having rings put on their legs, Motherowl fighting off a fox and even br'r fox running off with the owlets.
SletYikes - that sounds like too much reality to me. I couldn't watch. I understand the circle of life, I just don't enjoy it! But I was glad to get your explanation of Dad's role in raising owlets. How do you manage to watch the gory parts?
SletBeautiful picture and poem, you made me smile!
SvarSlet