there was a world of carousels

there was a world of carousels
magical gazebos
barbecue smells
when looked beneath
perhaps not very nice
but seen from future afar,
a paradise.
nostalgia rains when cloudy todays
seem to always get in life's way.

suppose i pose

suppose i pose for you
what will that do
people still do not understand
we belong here, too.

garage eagles rule!!!

bushy parker

bushy parker and one of his trees
where he does just what he please.
climbing, rhyming,

playing
hide and seek.
bushy parker is a geek!

hello

when you are ready
when it is time to go
don't forget to stop
and say hello!

Flap

Flapping my wings

Onto other things
Perhaps I will return
There is so much
To learn 

Be as

Be as beautiful as the gift of life you have received.

Sprightly whites

Sprightly spring in greens white and a little corner in brown

who are me

who are me
multi surfaced
personalities.
from this sense
of lost wonder
are we
ever free.

solo

solo sits on concrete bed
many thoughts run through
his head.
as here looks around to see
perhaps  there is some company.

Transpires

Life in spires, three

What is 

What was 

And what

Will be

Little

such is beauty

as she rises above 

all the chaos,

Little dove

A due

Where there is true, 

There is you.

world bee day

today we celebrate the world of bees.
advocate for them,
pretty please
because as we would sadly see
a world without bees,
would not be!

a safe place for gentle

a safe place for gentle
quiet dreams,
sentimental.

swanflower

soft her white wings
of fancy
in green velvet
seas.

there is

there is, some what may, a world of love trying to find its way

floral brick coral

floral brick coral
likes the world,
not monaural

purpleflowerfish

pretty little flower had one wish
to turn herself  into a fish
to wave her petals in balmy waters
swimming free with neptune's
sons and daughters/
perhaps the fish
if they had magic powers,
would prefer to be
pretty purple flowers.

flower garden constellation

flower garden constellation

her galaxy a petal fall.
she is the sun.
among them all.
for a while she will
share her smile.

she fly

out of the corner of my eye
she fly.

could you did you can you

can I ask you why you didn’t love me
can I ask you did you love me 
can I ask you questions the answers I will decode
as I know you will not answer can I?

holidazed

this human mother's day nonsense is
silly and very hard
i even had to send my daddy out to
buy the old woman a card.
on top of that a couple of days before
she had a birthday too
humans are so much work
and give we boidies too
much to do😁🦜
ah alas i squawk bite and chortle
how we must indulge those mere
wingless mortals.

clucksquawkchortletweet

how i adopted my humans:  https://www.facebook.com/karekalbirdiemama/photos/a.146918818672502/840528555978188/?type=3&theater

widgiepidgie butt tree

why do pigeons go in trees.

i do not know but

since you asked me

perhaps we could hazard a guess

false or true

that trees are best for showing off

a pidgiewidgie butt or two.

an open

open eyes open heart
open mind
open
and
hopin'

happy mother's every day

A mother is a heart that beats,

A soul that lasts, a life that cares.

A silent comfort only she can give.

A mother is not defined by blood,

But by the nurturing blanket that is she.

corner pidgewidge

this is my corner to survey
all the concrete castle
that passes my way.

crow

my season here to nest and roost
a new generation
i spread my wings

life is a

a series of breezes aloft
and
apart
a world that seizes
your sense of self
and your heart.
life is.

bee on a flower

flitting,
sitting only
long enough
to be nourished
by the cushions
sweet nectar
than onto another.

she holds

she holds her heart high above
afraid to be, afraid not to be
loved.
mistaken perhaps for arrogance
not give her desire...just a chance.

loveydove sit

lovey dove sits
quietly
the sky so bright
down to the ground
peacefully she
looks around.

reaching

it seems we reach for the sky
perhaps our sky should be
perceived as who we are
and what we believe

embracing dew

embracing dew as
morning plows through

what befalls

what befalls
what perchance
we find.
together we are
in heart and mind.

is

life is sharp edges and tears,
punctuated by periods of
love.

homed pigeon

my home is a palace
wherever i be
i do not approach the world
with greed or envy
within my heart confines
is where i belong
in this concrete castle
i learn and grow strong.
there are others here
in togetherness
with our rules, life and lore
we ignore the world's
mess

the center

the center is wherever
whenever
attainable.