Pigeon

August 5, 2015 at 10:44 pm (Poems) (, , )

Diminutive grey bird lay curled
in bed of tat and feather fluff,
my whispered coo not near enough
to wake the pigeon from its slumber.

But fast twist flick away she flew
on renewed mission; how those creased
expressive wings awakening
were bright ascendants on the wind.

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