Every evening we go for a walk. In one of the houses on the first floor we see an old gentleman sitting in the balcony. We wave to him and he waves back. Some time ago I came across Haiku and tanka forms of poetry. They have really fascinated me. I try to form them when I see something which touches my heart.
Songbirds greet the sunrise
After seeds rooted ,
the Johnnies march home again
to a different drum.
One by one they flyLeaving behind tale feathersNever to return.