Baby Geese Growing Up–Delaware River at Red Bank Battlefield


Imprinted at birth,

visions of beaks and feathers

sail on river breeze


This is an almost-missed-the-deadline haiku for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.  using synonyms for influence and perception.

33 thoughts on “Imprinted


    “Once upon a time, at a large mountainside there was an eagle nest with 4 large eagle eggs inside.

    One day, an earthquake rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to roll down to a chicken farm, located in the valley below.

    The chickens knew that they must protect the eagle egg. Eventually, the eagle egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born.

    Being chickens, the chickens raised the eagle to be a chicken. The eagle loved his home and family but it seemed his spirit cried out for more.

    One day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring. “Oh,” the eagle cried, “I wish I could soar like those birds.”

    The chickens roared with laughter, “You cannot soar like those. You are a chicken and chickens do not soar.” The eagle continued staring at his real family up above, dreaming that he could be like them.

    Each time the eagle talked about his dreams, he was told it couldn’t be done.

    That was what the eagle learned to believe. After time, the eagle stopped dreaming and continued to live his life as a chicken.

    Finally, after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away.

    Moral: You become what you believe you are. If you ever dream to become an eagle, follow your dreams, not the words of chickens.”

  2. Each year we’re able to enjoy the baby geese glide across the lake behind our house. They always look so content trailing along behind their mother. I love when they’re still extra fuzzy! 🙂

  3. The haiku is one of the few poetic forms I’ve attempted. Great example, Merril!

    I like the imagery here; ducks and geese, at every stage of their life span, abound in our neighborhood.

    • Thank you very much, Marian. Yes, you have lots of birds on the water near you.
      I think haiku are difficult to write. I suppose there is an implied “season word” here.

  4. Pingback: Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 132, #SynonymsOnly | The Faery Whisperer

  5. Hi, Merril! I love geese. We have some white ones in the lakes near my house. I enjoy watching them too. I think they’re prettier than swans. Your poem is lovely. ❤ xo

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