Tuesday, June 25, 2013

one feather

one feather lived from
day to day.
a hard living it is,
the pigeon way.
with cars, and concrete,
trucks and noise.
a few moments of respite
for pigeon joys.
that hardscrabble birdlife
now snuffed away.
one feather was run over.
just tears...
no more words to say.

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings