Path through a poet's mind
Friday, February 17, 2012
Pigeons
He stood; stern,
aloof...gangster.
while the other,
in unfocused content,
paced the light top.
On guard.
Til, as if by magic....
Poof!
They were gone.
I was entertained during lunch yesterday by the sight of 2 pigeons on top of a light pole. ~T
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