A Pigeon Eyed
A Pigeon Eyed
A pigeon greeted me
When I was at it, reading
Walked herself in through the ajar ingress
She sniffed and picked from flaw floor of scattered grains
She swiftly savored them one by one
Through her beak to the neck
Conveyed to the gizzard and the next
Her visitation, the wonder I long evermore
Only that she was terrified at first our eyes met
She wriggled, quivered, stunned and then flew
An august visitor I would love to welcome once more
© A.O, 11/9/1435 - 9/7/2014
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