swoosh of the fukuroo

Join Victoria at dVerse Poets for this week’s haibun prompt: Who? Who? Fukuroo!


 

Late one winter afternoon, I strap on snowshoes, grab my poles and make tracks in powder. The dusky sky glows pale pink as I shush into deep silence. Spruces dusted with fresh snow, wear skirts of blue-hued drifts and beckon me to maneuver their folds. I am tramping a wonderland beneath thin-fingered canopy of ash tree silhouettes. Startled, I flinch as a heavy winged shadow glides closely overhead with a swish-sh-sh of displaced air. An owl swoops low before sweeping onto a bare upper branch fifty yards ahead. I approach cautiously as owl’s head swivels toward me. Notice the unmistakable tufts like ears…it’s the great-horned fukuroo of my dreams!

 

listen, owl’s hooting

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heard often yet rarely seen

great-horned fukuroo!

18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sumana Roy
    Nov 17, 2017 @ 23:12:19

    So sorry to be so late in responding Lynn. A beautiful Haibun and the haiku sums up owl-character. Love the beautiful landscape you sketch here.

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  2. rothpoetry
    Nov 14, 2017 @ 21:01:22

    What a beautiful Owl. You were lucky to see him!
    Dwight

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  3. Victoria C. Slotto
    Nov 14, 2017 @ 19:29:46

    I so enjoyed this, Lynn. Your descriptions in the prose paragraph are so poetic and the haiku is like an exclamation point!

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  4. kanzensakura
    Nov 14, 2017 @ 18:06:35

    I like this so much Lynn! The haiku says it all and like me, you obviously are not afraid of snow! Great writing!

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  5. Frank Hubeny
    Nov 14, 2017 @ 16:53:27

    I like the phrase “great-horned fukuroo of my dreams”. Although I don’t need them where I live now, I remember using snow shoes in Maine.

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    • lynn__
      Nov 14, 2017 @ 17:16:37

      I use mine to put a little fun in winter ❄️

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      • X (@Xpoet73)
        Nov 15, 2017 @ 07:01:08

        I hope we get enough snow this year that would require me to strap on snow shoes. A wonderful little trek into the wild, which is always a comfort to me. I was telling someone yesterday that nature is like a salve on tense shoulders.

        Pretty cool moment with the owl as well. I see them in the wild few and far between.

      • lynn__
        Nov 15, 2017 @ 09:44:01

        A salve on tense shoulders, yes, and a balm for the soul!

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