Tracy Abell

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Friday Haiku

March 26, 2021 / Tracy Abell

November 3, 2020

Caught in the moment
very unbirdlike posture
robin by Dalí ?

Friday Haiku

March 19, 2021 / Tracy Abell

Batman, Loki, and Marcel.  March 19, 2021

Still life with Batman
became feline adventure
black and white photo

Friday Haiku

March 12, 2021 / Tracy Abell

July 30, 2019

From parched and cracked soil
a leafy bouquet erupts
now sharing the trail

Friday Haiku

February 12, 2021 / Tracy Abell

House finch. February 12, 2021

House Finch etiquette
grab seed and sit at table
dining al fresco

Friday Haiku

January 29, 2021 / Tracy Abell / 5 Comments

January 10, 2021

Meal interrupted
junco not into sharing
feathered dine and dash

Friday Haiku

January 22, 2021February 9, 2021 / Tracy Abell / 3 Comments

Flowers plus a note
yellow roses mean friendship
hiking mystery

Image via Zippy’s phone. January 22, 2021

eta 1.25.21…flowers and note still there
eta 2.2.21…flowers and note still there
eta 2.9.21…flowers and note no longer there

Friday Haiku

January 15, 2021 / Tracy Abell

Clear Creek. January 12, 2021.

This moment in time
splish-splashing shades of wet blue
now dancing downstream

Friday Haiku

January 8, 2021 / Tracy Abell / 2 Comments

Red-tailed Hawk taking flight. Nov 28, 2020

While a poor photo
stunning array of feathers
cannot be denied

Friday Haiku

January 1, 2021 / Tracy Abell / 7 Comments

Limpkin, Kapok Park. May 6, 2019

First post of the year
laying down some attitude
won’t go quietly

 

Friday Haiku

December 25, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 3 Comments

December 13, 2020

Squirrel unaware
big lens caught him from afar
damn paparazzi

Friday Haiku

December 18, 2020December 18, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 2 Comments

Rainbow Dash, December 18, 2020.

Spied on the neighbor
chasing tail in falling snow
no one happier

Friday Haiku

December 11, 2020 / Tracy Abell

May 16, 2020

Color from the past
warm refuge on this gray day
one poppy two bees

Friday Haiku

December 4, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 2 Comments

September 14, 2020.

Two shiny floodlights
one imperfectly placed hook
clear lack of brilliance

Friday Haiku

November 27, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 2 Comments

December 10, 2019

The despised starling
invasive and destructive
no rump so lovely

Friday Haiku

November 20, 2020November 20, 2020 / Tracy Abell

Root hairs of leek. November 20, 2020.

Plucked from compost pail
composed an artsy still life
next stop the worm bin

Friday Haiku

November 13, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 3 Comments

Emma & Marcel, November 13, 2020

Family hotspot
everyone craves the sunshine
territorial 

Friday Haiku

November 6, 2020November 6, 2020 / Tracy Abell

Cooper’s Hawk, July 4, 2019. Photo by Zippy.

Take time to exhale
then steel yourself for the fight
we’ve much work to do

Friday Haiku

October 30, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 5 Comments

Marcel. September 22, 2020.

Oh, to be Marcel
lifetime of naps in sunshine
where do I sign up

Friday Haiku

October 23, 2020 / Tracy Abell

Spotted Towhee. September 14, 2020.

Hop skip and a jump
towhee bustin’ out the moves
interpretive dance

Friday Haiku

October 16, 2020 / Tracy Abell

Clearwater, FL. May 3, 2019.

Torn petals and wings
each delicate and sturdy
life leaving its mark

Friday Haiku

October 9, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 2 Comments

Sunflowers. August 4, 2020

Different stages
waiting in the wings versus
final curtain call

Friday Haiku

October 2, 2020October 2, 2020 / Tracy Abell / 2 Comments

Chiricahua Mountains. May 14, 2019

One spiny lizard
clinging to smooth weathered wood
long toes an asset

Friday Haiku

September 25, 2020 / Tracy Abell

September 12, 2020

Bee and butterfly
treading lightly on this earth
we could do the same

Friday Haiku

September 18, 2020 / Tracy Abell

September 14, 2020

Galloping along
narrow wire high above ground
supreme confidence

 

Friday Haiku

September 11, 2020 / Tracy Abell

Cooper’s Hawk. May 23, 2020

Waiting to retrieve
dead Mourning Dove from the deck
flew off without meal

 

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Tracy is . . .

a writer of contemporary middle-grade and young adult fiction & nonfiction who enjoys trail running, hoop dancing, and bird watching. Sometimes, all of the above happen before her first cup of coffee. BLOG KEY: Zippy = spouse. Wildebeest and Zebu = sons. Love and laughter = essential.

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