It’s Haibun Monday again, and American Haikai Master Frank J Tassone asks us to join him at the dVerse Poets Pub and create/share a Haibun (prose/haiku combo) incorporating some reference to and/or reflection upon “Eagle” …
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Back To Nature
He’s not sure if he’s John Muir, Andrew Wyeth, or Grizzly Adams, but he’s glad to be released from his florescent office’s cubicle even if it’s only for a fast-food lunch break.
He dresses the pathetic, scrawny pigeon in imaginary eagle feathers, entices it to swoop down onto the parking lot’s placid asphalt lake to pluck out a french fried salmon before catching an upward thermal and gliding back to its perch at the apex of the mountain’s golden arches.
birds of a feather
all beings know how to fly
—even without wings—
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dVerse Poets Pub
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~ EAGLE ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Townes VanZandt said, “to live is to fly.” You two sound like birds of a feather. Funny and good.
A delightful offering, Ron! Hope the “eagle” enjoyed the salmon!
This made me smile….and smiles are so appreciated in this Covid age! Loved the message of the haiku! 🙂
We have urban pigeons here, but the crows bully them, and the hawks bully the crows.
Very nice Ron! Love the haiku. Yes, we all can fly if we would only spread our wings!
What a fascinating flight of a fertile imagination. I loved it!
enjoyed your irreverent twist, excellent creative writing!
We all have wings and some of us don’t know why?
This made me smile. A delightful take on the prompt!
I loved your Haibun Ron. The city ‘eagle’ was a great twist ☺️
This was wonderfully amusing Ron, loved it… 🙂
This is nice, Ron – sometimes we need to make our own eagles! I think the importance is in the idea of an eagle, soaring free.
That was different, Ron! A pigeon in eagle feathers – is that similar to a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Our local ‘golden arches’ was plagued by seagulls, as was the school playing field, until Covid came. I wonder where they’re finding their snacks now.
Sweet & clever, Ron!
-David
I’m glad this ended the way it did. I had a horrible feeling something unpleasant was in store for that pigeon…
How would we survive without an imagination?
I love this… so many of us will never see an eagle, and how good it must be to be able to dress a pigeon and imagine.