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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