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A Feathered Assistant

Day.8 ๐Ÿฆ๐ŸŒณ "A Featherd Assistant" is a poem about a small bird, a female juvenile robin that visits the garden. It captures her foraging on the ground while the garden is being watered or immediately afterward. Hopping across the damp earth, she pecks at insects; her movements evoke scenes typical of the forest ecosystem, reminiscent of the interactions between medium-sized mammals and small birds. ๐Ÿฆ๐ŸŒณ 「็พฝใฎใ‚ใ‚‹็›ธๆฃ’」ใฏ、ๅบญใซใใ‚‹ๅฐใ•ใช้ณฅ、ใƒกใ‚นใฎใƒจใƒผใƒญใƒƒใƒ‘ใ‚ณใƒžใƒ‰ใƒช่‹ฅ้ณฅใ‚’่ฉ ใ‚“ใ ่ฉฉใงใ™。ๅบญใฎๆฐดใ‚„ใ‚Šไธญใ‚„ใใฎ็›ดๅพŒใซ、ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๅœฐ้ขใง้คŒใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ๆง˜ๅญใ‚’่ฆณๅฏŸใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™。ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ、ๆฐดใงๆนฟใฃใŸๅœฐ้ขใ‚’ใดใ‚‡ใ‚“ใดใ‚‡ใ‚“ใจ็งปๅ‹•ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰、่™ซใ‚’ใคใ„ใฐใ‚“ใงใ„ใใพใ™。ใใฎๅงฟใฏ、ๆฃฎใฎ็”Ÿๆ…‹็ณปใฎไธญใงไธญๅž‹ใฎๅ“บไนณ้กžใจๅฐใ•ใช้ณฅใŸใกใฎ้–“ใง่ฆ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ…‰ๆ™ฏใ‚’ๅฝทๅฝฟใจใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใงใ™。 ๐Ÿฆ๐ŸŒณ A Feathered Assistant A tiny morning star Her "chi-chi-chi" entrance The music holds a real appeal She wears a golden-spotted brown coat And has a mottled golden-buff head Her contact call is a real deal Signalling me she's ready Whatever tiny insects or seeds For her breakfast No.2 That bright, curious look Is endearing, Those big, shiny eyes Are enquiring, The quick head t...

A Back-Garden Love Story

Day 7. ๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿ•Š "A Back-Garden Love Story" is a poem dedicated to a pair of woodpigeons I observed over the course of eleven days. I watched them court one another on the branches, huddle together while cooing, call out when apart, defend their partner against magpies and jackdaws, tirelessly gather twigs, and rest beneath the tree. The pair displayed remarkable teamwork, moving in a clockwise pattern, and possessed the intelligence to build their nest in a safe location. 『่ฃๅบญใฎใƒฉใƒ–ใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใƒชใƒผ』ใฏ、็งใŒ11ๆ—ฅ้–“ใซใ‚ใŸใฃใฆ่ฆณๅฏŸใ—ใŸไธ€็พฝใฎ้ณฉใฎใคใŒใ„ใซๆงใ’ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。ๅฝผใ‚‰ใŒๆžใฎไธŠใงๆฑ‚ๆ„›ใ—、้ณดใๅฃฐใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ—ใชใŒใ‚‰่บซใ‚’ๅฏ„ใ›ๅˆใ„、้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใใซใฏไบ’ใ„ใ‚’ๅ‘ผใณๅˆใ„、ใ‚ซใ‚ตใ‚ตใ‚ฎใ‚„ใ‚ณใ‚ฏใƒžใƒซใ‚ฌใƒฉใ‚นใ‹ใ‚‰ใƒ‘ใƒผใƒˆใƒŠใƒผใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚Š、ไผ‘ใ‚€ใ“ใจใชใๅฐๆžใ‚’้›†ใ‚、ๆœจใฎไธ‹ใงไผ‘ๆฏใ™ใ‚‹ๅงฟใ‚’็›ฎใซใ—ใพใ—ใŸ。ใใฎใคใŒใ„ใฏๆ™‚่จˆๅ›žใ‚Šใซๅ‹•ใใจใ„ใ†่ฆ‹ไบ‹ใช้€ฃๆบใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ›、ๅฎ‰ๅ…จใชๅ ดๆ‰€ใซๅทฃใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹่ณขใ•ใ‚’ๅ‚™ใˆใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸ。 ๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿ•Š A Back-Garden Love Story  Inside the canopy of An apple tree A dappled light Filters through the leaves Her soft grey feathers With a subtle pink And iridescent white bars Camouflage her body From her newly built nest Her much deeper Purring call Weaves rhythmic tunes Her devoted partner Answers...

Songs from the Branches

Day 6. ๐Ÿชพ๐Ÿฆ "Songs from the Branches" is a poem that observes the ecological connection between a half-withered plum tree and the birds that inhabit it. The blue tit chicks and their parents showed that their new life is thriving as they stood on the plum tree. 「ๆžใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆญŒ」ใฏ、ๅŠใฐๆžฏใ‚Œใ‹ใ‘ใŸๆข…ใฎๆœจใจใใ“ใซๆฃฒใ‚€้ณฅใŸใกใจใฎ็”Ÿๆ…‹ๅญฆ็š„ใชใคใชใŒใ‚Šใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。ใ‚ทใ‚ธใƒฅใ‚ฆใ‚ซใƒฉใฎ้››ใจใใฎ่ฆช้ณฅใŸใกใฏ、ใใฎๆข…ใฎๆœจใฎไธŠใซ็ซ‹ใก、ๆ–ฐใŸใช็”ŸๆดปใŒ้ †่ชฟใซ้€ฒใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ๆง˜ๅญใ‚’็คบใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ—ใŸ。 ๐Ÿชพ๐Ÿฆ Songs from the Branches A struggling plum tree, Working hard, it loses branches To save the new leaves, That bends gracefully— Is it too much for it to remain anchored to the ground? The bare branches welcome Birds flapping their wings, Chicks clinging, That stand gracefully— It is well occupied by affectionate birds. The little acrobats chirping, Their high-pitched zee-zee-zee , Their soft yellow tsip-tsip-tsip — The plum tree that transforms into A life-sustaining station, That provides the structural bones For a new generation of blue tits. © 2026 Michie Lyne  ๐Ÿชพ๐Ÿฆ ๆžใ‹ใ‚‰ใฎๆญŒ ่‹ฆ้—˜ใ™ใ‚‹ๆข…ใฎๆœจ ๆ‡ธ...

Shared Sky

Day 5. ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿฆค "Shared Sky" is a poem that documents a sanctuary. I elevated this poem from personal observation to a universal message about conservation. In my mission to share the Earth and its ecosystems, I depict how a single cedar tree transforms into something far greater, becoming a safe haven for all animals. 「ๅˆ†ใ‘ๅˆใ†็ฉบ」ใฏ、ใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฎ‰ใ‚‰ใŽใฎๅ ดใ‚’่จ˜้Œฒใ—ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。็งใฏใ“ใฎ่ฉฉใ‚’、ๅ€‹ไบบ็š„ใช่ฆณๅฏŸใ‹ใ‚‰、็’ฐๅขƒไฟ่ญทใซ้–ขใ™ใ‚‹ๆ™ฎ้็š„ใชใƒกใƒƒใ‚ปใƒผใ‚ธใธใจๆ˜‡่ฏ。ๅœฐ็ƒใจใใฎ็”Ÿๆ…‹็ณปใ‚’ๅ…ฑๆœ‰ใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ†็งใฎไฝฟๅ‘ฝใซใŠใ„ใฆ、ไธ€ๆœฌใฎๆ‰ใฎๆœจใŒ、ใ„ใ‹ใซใ—ใฆใฏใ‚‹ใ‹ใซๅ‰ๅคงใชๅญ˜ๅœจใธใจๅค‰่ฒŒใ—、ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚†ใ‚‹ๅ‹•็‰ฉใซใจใฃใฆใฎๅฎ‰ๅ…จใช้ฟ้›ฃๆ‰€ใจใชใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ใ‚’ๆใๅ‡บใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™。 ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿฆค Shared Sky A magnificent visitor appears His elegant colour steers Across the vast sky The massive wetland bird soars His slender neck explores Into the cast away With its powerful wings A spring heron Has he taken Flight far from Its nesting ground Caught in a glimpse of rivalry Chased by a flock of sea gulls With its high stealth A spring heron Has he vanished From far fright Their territory bound Camouflaged in a dense dark den Circled by a flock of sea gulls With its centred p...

The Inner Compass

Day 4.  ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿฆญ "The Inner Compass" is a poem depicting a gray seal resting on the shore, protected by m arine environmentalists , surrounded by ribbons. This poem aims to raise awareness of the lives of marine life and the health of the ocean. They live in harmony with the seasons and the tides. 「ๅ†…ใชใ‚‹็พ…้‡็›ค」ใฏ、ๆตทใฎ ็’ฐๅขƒไฟ่ญทไบบ ใŸใกใซ ใƒชใƒœใƒณใงๅ›ฒใพใ‚Œ、 ๅฎˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใชใŒใ‚‰ๆตทๅฒธใงไผ‘ใ‚€ใƒใ‚คใ‚คใƒญใ‚ขใ‚ถใƒฉใ‚ทใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ใ“ใฎ่ฉฉใฏ、ๆตทๆด‹็”Ÿ็‰ฉใฎ็”Ÿๅ‘ฝใจๆตทใฎๅฅๅ…จๆ€งใธใฎๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’้ซ˜ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’็›ฎ็š„ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใพใ™。ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏๅญฃ็ฏ€ใ‚„ๆฝฎใฎๆบ€ใกๅผ•ใ​​ใจ่ชฟๅ’Œใ—ใฆ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™。 ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿฆญ The Inner Compass My friend You swim a hundred miles Wandering the azure sea As long as the seasons allow You glide through every wind Your immense journey Relying on your inner compass Using the fins of your hind legs Sprinting at high speed Through the deep blue seas And the wind carries you To the shore where you Rest on the beach of low tide For a brief moment of peace Until the high tide Signals the time Of the next hunt My friend You set out again Towards the azure desert Wandering the vast ocean As long as the s...

The Midnight Mirror

Day 2.  ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŒ "Midnight Mirror" is a poem that depicts the arid desert, where living and non-living things seem to secretly communicate through the source of life: water. - Mercy Cat   「็œŸๅคœไธญใฎ้ก」ใฏ、ไนพ็‡ฅใ—ใŸ็ ‚ๆผ ใ‚’ๆใ„ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。ใใ“ใงใฏ、็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใจ็„ก็”Ÿ็‰ฉใŒ、็”Ÿๅ‘ฝใฎๆบใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆฐดใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆๅฏ†ใ‹ใซใ‚ณใƒŸใƒฅใƒ‹ใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚ทใƒงใƒณใ‚’ใจใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ™。 ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŒ The Midnight Mirror  The heart of the Ecosystem There is a pool of water It appears in a barren land It is a window To the deep beneath、 The surface Of the dry sand Animals and plants Water, sand, and moonlight Circulate their senses Capture their time It is a moonlight That provides light From far above The golden hour is The deep night Quench their thirst Before the pool of water Perishes © 2026 Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŒ ็œŸๅคœไธญใฎ้ก ็”Ÿๆ…‹็ณปใฎไธญๅฟƒใฏ ๆฐดใŸใพใ‚Š ่’ใ‚Œๅœฐใซ็พใ‚ŒใŸๆฐดใŸใพใ‚Š ไนพใ„ใŸ็ ‚ใฎไธ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ ๆทฑๆทตใธใฎ็ช“ ๅ‹•็‰ฉใจๆค็‰ฉ ๆฐดใจ็ ‚ ใใ—ใฆๆœˆๅ…‰ ใใ‚Œใ‚‰ใŒๆ„Ÿ่ฆšใ‚’ๅทกใ‚‰ใ› ๆ™‚ใ‚’ๅˆปใ‚€ ๆœˆๅ…‰ใฏ้ซ˜ใๆ˜‡ใ‚Š ้ป„้‡‘ใฎๆ™‚้–“ใฏ ๆทฑใ„ๅคœ ๅฝผใ‚‰ใฏใฎใฉใฎๆธ‡ใใ‚’็™’ใ™ ๆฐดใŸใพใ‚ŠใŒๆถˆใˆใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซ © 2026 Michie Lyne   The Moonlight Mirror, pastel drawing by Michie Lyne, 2026.

Healing

Day 3. ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿฆ "Healing" is a poem that expresses the feeling of togetherness as a group, as a family. When the lionesses are feeling stressed or sad, hugging each other and stroking each other's fur has a relaxing, even meditative, effect. For the golden line that never breaks. 「็™’ใ—」ใฏ、ใ‚ฐใƒซใƒผใƒ—、ๅฎถๆ—ใจใ—ใฆใฎไธ€ไฝ“ๆ„Ÿใ‚’่กจ็พใ—ใŸ่ฉฉใงใ™。 ้›Œใƒฉใ‚คใ‚ชใƒณใŒใ‚นใƒˆใƒฌใ‚นใ‚„ๆ‚ฒใ—ใฟใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ、ๆŠฑใๅˆใฃใŸใ‚Š、ใŠไบ’ใ„ใฎๆฏ›ใ‚’ๆ’ซใงใŸใ‚Šใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ、ใƒชใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚นๅŠนๆžœใŒใ‚ใ‚Š、็ž‘ๆƒณใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅŠนๆžœใ•ใˆใ‚‚ใ‚‚ใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใพใ™。 ๆฑบใ—ใฆ้€”ๅˆ‡ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฎใชใ„้ป„้‡‘ใฎ็น‹ใŒใ‚ŠใฎใŸใ‚ใซ。 ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿฆ Healing A scent is something special And being surrounded by The familiar is A sensorial embrace We share this amber air Giving each other Grooming, nuzzling, licking, and pressing A bond that strengthens The body begins to relax The heartbeat calms And we fall asleep Together as a pride Until dawn © 2026 Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿฆ ็™’ใ— ้ฆ™ใ‚Šใฏ็‰นๅˆฅใชใ‚‚ใฎ ใใ—ใฆ、้ฆดๆŸ“ใฟใฎใ‚ใ‚‹้ฆ™ใ‚Šใซ ๅ›ฒใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ ๆ„Ÿ่ฆš็š„ใชๆŠฑๆ“ ใ“ใฎ็ฅ็€่‰ฒ ใฎ็ฉบๆฐ— ใ‚’ๅˆ†ใ‹ใกๅˆใ„ ใŠไบ’ใ„ใซไธŽใˆๅˆใ„ ๆฏ›ใฅใใ‚ใ„ใ‚’ใ—、้ผปใ‚’ใ“ใ™ใ‚Šใคใ‘、 ่ˆใ‚ๅˆใ„、 ใใ—ใฆๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ๅˆใ†ใ“ใจใง ็ต†ใฏๆทฑใพใ‚‹ ไฝ“ใฏใƒชใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚นใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ ๅฟƒ่‡“ใฎ้ผ“ๅ‹•ใฏ้™ใพใ‚Š ใใ—ใฆ็œ ใ‚Šใซ่ฝใกใ‚‹ ใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚คใƒ‰ใฎ็พคใ‚Œใจใ—ใฆ ๅคœๆ˜Žใ‘ใพใง © 2026 Michie Lyne Healing, pastel drawing by Mich...