Pigeon

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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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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