Men are like
Pigeons on a
Wire all cooing
Me Im like
A morning dove
Flying into adventure
With my mate
Have you ever
Seen a lonely
Morning dove because
I have not
Month: June 2021
RainCloud
And one large
Black cloud stood
Still above me
And let loose
Saturating me with
Affection and interest
And as quickly
As it began
It ended my
Cloud moving on
Perhaps I should
Get an umbrella
If I’m going
To play again
In the rain
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And finally my
Bird friends awakened
Singing their melodies
In harmony as
They fly weave
And bounce from
Shrub to fence
To tree to
Shrub woodpeckers tap
Morse code off
In the distance
As ducks waddle
And quack at
The edge of
The pond oh
If only you
Could hear this
Symphony you’d fall
In love with
These birds as
I already have
BlanketAndTea
This morning’s sky
Wears ear muffs
Everything is grayed
By cloudy voices
There is no
Definition as though
You’re peering into
A mucky pond
High above you
Even the tall
Trees have taken
On black pallor
As though they
Tarnished quickly overnight
Perhaps if sun
Can burn through
We will have
A happy day
If not it’s
Time for a
Blanket and tea
CaughtTossed
And like a
Pup waiting beneath
The dinner table
Or the feral
Cat yowling outside
The screen door
I’ve become an
Acceptor of scraps
Tossed as an
Afterthought or perhaps
A pedantic gesture
Or maybe even
A lure keeping
Me enticed until
You catch me
Measure me and
Throw me back
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 