The awkward pigeon fell

from tree to ground

head first

as if it had been downed

A flap of its wings

made matters much worse


a cooing choice curse

With dignity intact

the pigeon shook its head

and flew

very very wobbly west

My Poetry

Simple Pilgrim View All →

Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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