the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

Posted on June 22, 2022 by B Gourley

owl sticks its head out,
staring in silent rebuke
as if to say:
"Hey! I'm nocturnal.
What's with all the ruckus?"

Posted on June 18, 2022 by B Gourley

the Golden Pheasant
looks committee assembled...
by first graders

Posted on June 11, 2022 by B Gourley

two parakeets eat;
to my human eye,
one looks ashamed

Posted on May 20, 2022 by B Gourley

a pied kingfisher
perches in stillness...
one dive / one fish

Posted on May 15, 2022 by B Gourley

mountain magpie
flits from post to post,
skirting our camp

Posted on April 3, 2022 by B Gourley

two crows stand
on a branch in parallel;
the plot is afoot

Posted on March 29, 2022 by B Gourley

the egret turns
as if to spurn its cow,
but it'll be back

Posted on March 2, 2022 by B Gourley

a snowy park.
chubby birds flit about
in search of seed

the preening egret
twists its head under wing;
its birdness wanes

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