Oct 2022
Mortal and aware
The pigeon
Fought for its dear life
And perished
Left angel wings, grey, to the earth
In hopes to be welcomed at heaven’s door
Beauty in death defined
Where oleanders bloom through dusk
And fall on the pavement grey
A salute to the first light
Where colours merge and separate in the sky
The early bird sings to the glory of the dawn
And prays for a meaty prey
The pigeon
Fought for its dear life
And perished
Left angel wings, grey, to the earth
In hopes to be welcomed at heaven’s door
Beauty in death defined
Where oleanders bloom through dusk
And fall on the pavement grey
A salute to the first light
Where colours merge and separate in the sky
The early bird sings to the glory of the dawn
And prays for a meaty prey
