The Poor Little Dove
The Poor Little Dove/Michael Kwack
To watch the wave play with the wind,
I sat by the museum garden pond.
Then a small pigeon came flying,
Landed to her feet, tiny and cute,
And stared up at me, a bit intensely,
Only blinking her eyes, no other move.
She was standing like a camera model,
And I recalled my infanthood pictures.
I started taking som...
Thursday 25th June 2020 11:55 am
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