My sister Lorena (a retired English professor) and I began to exchange tanka poems by email during the pandemic. I had never heard of the tanka when she sent me a lovely one she had written about the nightly cry of peacocks in the park by our childhood home. I quickly embraced the form of the 5-line tanka as a way to express my thoughts and observations succinctly. My daily walks provided much of the subject matter for the poems. I found myself surprisingly touched by such things as the ubiquitous face masks I saw casually abandoned in the street and the poignant signs that people post on utility poles to describe their lost pets (mostly cats).