In 2006 I started blogging as Hummingbunny. That blog is no longer active to the public. I warehoused all my poetry in another blog in order to have easier access. In 2012 I stopped writing. Now in 2016 I am using this blog to republish selected poems from the archives. All poems for d'Verse, 3WW, Haiku Horizon and Daily Post are new except Open Link at d'Verse. I am the original author of all works posted here unless otherwise noted. I write mainly haiku, tanka, sestina and free verse poetry. My favorite poet is Rumi and like he, I long to return to the Beloved. Writing poetry brings me peace.
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This blog has lain fallow for years and was originally chosen for another purpose. However, since all writers long for immortality, the name seems fitting.
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There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament 
What a soulful poem. Let’s hope the hawk regrets nothing.
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I don’t know.
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Hawks have a tendency to take their prey and not consider the damage they’ve done to it, in order to fulfil their own needs and sate their own hunger. Maybe the hawk never really thinks about its actions, never mind regrets them.
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Great poem–I’m thinking the hawk gets off easy, with no regrets.
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It’s likely.
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🙂 🙂
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