"He watched without moving. The bird was defenseless in the world except for the intensity of its life."This feels like the stuff of haiku to me, hence:
The bird, defenseless.
The intensity of life
clinging to this world.
Monday, January 21, 2013
An Eudora Welty Haiku
I was reading the short story, A Still Moment, by Eudora Welty in which she described an encounter with a snowy heron.
The bird, defenseless.
The intensity of life
clinging to this world.
The bird, defenseless.
The intensity of life
clinging to this world.
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