Made from need and love,
A nest on the forest floor,
The artists soul – flown.
Photograph by Karen:
@kareni (IG)
https://instagram.com/kareni?utm_medium=copy_link
How the Haiku came about:
I came upon this photograph and Karen’s (the photographer, who is also an artist), description of the abandoned nest as a work of art.
Of course, it is a work of art. A majestic, beautiful, complex and simple work of art. A structure that serves a purpose. That we innately recognise as comfortable. It is robust – it survived the fate of falling from a tree almost unscathed.
Yet, as a home for its creator, it is now useless. He, or she, has to start again. And maybe their own existence has been threatened by whatever it was that brought the nest crashing to the forest floor?
Maybe some hitherto hungry wild cat is now purring in bloated satisfaction by a nearby stream?
With canoeists passing her saying: “How beautiful is a cat. How majestic looking. A work of art, supremely designed. So tender looking in her sleepy mien, resting sphynx-like on the rocks. Eyes closed, without care.”
Karen, posted this photograph. Which inspired me to write a Haiku, and then add this little… note, or, story I suppose, on this linking of thoughts across the ether.
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