Tuesday, June 3, 2014

the bird did not answer

a call from its kind


no need to coo and moan

little mourning dove


it now flies in higher

space awaiting its mate


lifting from where ruffled

crushed feathers lay on the ground


and from where you too shall fly

some day....








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