Two old birds sit in mild meditation
Surveying the passing scene.
In a tree, in the shade, sits a pigeon.
Nearby, on a bench, is me.
We’re both unremarkable birds.
But what do we care about that?
To think that we do is absurd:
Both of us happy, relaxed.
She’s hunkered right down in the tree,
Half asleep in her quiet contemplations,
Feathers fluffed. And chilled out, just like me.
Two old creatures enjoying the sun.
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Author:
Morwenna (
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Brilliant!
Oh wow! Thank you.
Such a fetching view of pure contentment Morwenna - - what better way to spend a warm afternoon than in harmony with other creatures of nature - - I applaud your description of that fluffy chilled-out pigeon sitting in treed meditation..
Thank you for taking time to comment, Fay. And yes it was a lovely, warm afternoon. And thank you for reading my meaning - yes we (arrogant) human beings too are creatures of nature too.
How was that bench, Morwenna? Your contentment is infectious - I know of such a bench and will be in occupation this afternoon.
Simple but rich verse.
I hope you enjoy your bench - and all the other creatures round about who will be enjoying the afternoon too. My bench was one of quite a few round there I enjoy. It's overlooking a small lake in this city, under a hill, surrounded by trees, which has a family of swans and lots of other water birds. within hearing but out of sight are the passing cars of the busy city. Thanks for the response.
Well written and very identifiable. The metering was so good it felt rhymed.
Thank you so much. I struggled to get the metering right. And also the half rhymes which I like to use as much as full rhymes, depending on the poem. Thank you for commenting.
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