__In  their  season, it seems  they  are  always  'on guard'  along  the  country  roadways,  fence lines,  and  cottage  fronts.   Salute_!  

in their ranks
the tiger lily armies
butterfly wind

Often they flower,  in  such  hidden  places.

sunrise lights
this darkened forest pathway
a lady slipper

Often, a house cat's deepest rival, can be your dust mop

with arched back
a cat strikes its fearless foe 
this dust mop

__Short summer nights;  now,  as  bats forage the night sky (skies?) for sustenance,   is  night  'flies'   a  noun,  or  is  night,  'flies'  an intransitive verb?

shorter dark
the bats check their watches
night flies
 

This haiku, a recent comment at  Gillena's "Lunch Break" blog.  _m
__Happy Father's Day_!  To every Mom and their children, to my wife, my children and grand children, thanks for putting up with us... all these years_!  Smiles_!

warm rain
blurs the trees reflections 
pond side eyes
 

Comment,  left at Zen Speug. (slight edit)   Nature's Opera is... all seasons, thus, senryu.

with hunters
this cast of natures opera
the prey

__ I saw a treadle operated potter's wheel that used the wind as an alternate power source.   The builder's cat dozed on its still spindle, and my imagination quickly spun this into my scribble book.   _m

potters wheel
on its wind driven spindle
the dizzy cat  

Another... 33    Solstice / long day... their kigo; rewritten from old scribbles.

an evening sun
on this stone monument's peak
solstice candle

long day storm
by reading the fallen leaves
a new page
 

__Pompously, I suppose,  I once knew the differences between haiku and senryu, but now it seems there may be no differences;  ignorance then,  has become my acquired indifference.

wild turkeys
at this fern lined pond side
damp breezes

__Often, we  find  the  need  to  steer  a  different  course,  that  finds the calm.   _m

alee

memories tack

to winds of the present

this helm is tomorrow's compass 

life sails 

One Sonnet form, as some would argue against; I scribbled this "Found" and others... long ago.

>Found<

I stand apart, watching through your sorrow,
With tears at the loss of a love begone.
You wander that circle, as you are drawn,
To that lonely search for your tomorrow;
With your heart so full, your mind so fallow,
In your eyes the lost hope of new love's dawn,
You silently stand, as a misplaced pawn.
This a deep search, to forestall your barrow.

With offered touch, another's  lonely goal;
I see her full glean, her deepened mire,
Beyond this surge of her lone desire.
She sends her full heart to your lonely soul,
And in joyful tone,  it sates your fire.
With her song of love, the steeple bells toll.
 

Often,  to explain is pointless; this,  is  a  'stupid / smart'  senryu.  Smiles_!

stupid shopper
walked into this mall's fountain
smart phone