Looking out the window
I saw a young woodpigeon
Sitting quietly on the fence,
Parents now gone,
Left to lead its own life.
I just sat there watching it
When it came to me,
All its life was ahead of it
I sat at the dinner table,
Meal finished,
As was my life with my lover,
Now looking down on me
From her star.
So there we were,
The woodpigeon
With its life ahead,
And me
With my life behind.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: AS I ate my dinner a woodpigeon was sitting on the fence watching me - or could it have been......?
- Category: Reflection
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- User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments6
A lovely writing , Andy 🙂 birds are beautiful and I think pigeons always look friendly ...
Thank you yellowrose, yes they they do look friendly.
Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
it saddens me to like this so very much ......................................... N
Kind words Neville, thank you.
Andy
It ain't over till the fat lady sings m8. There's plenty life left in you yet.
There surely is d a, thank you.
Andy
what's not to devour
your emotive Poetry coupled with my love for Pigeon's
'Nature's birds of Royalty'..
('She' came to visit again
I see, what a loyal Muse
fate, so fit
to gift you my friend)
beautiful wording, as-ever Andy
thank you!
Thank you Mek, much appreciated.
Andy
i certainly hope so andy
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