Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The pigeons sat on me The day I took the train. I’d seen the old man A local, perhaps Or a tourist, but such a lack of Surprise At his avian invaders He stood beneath the sighing sycamore While feathered rats Stood politely on… Continue Reading “Pigeons”
Image copyright: Columba Oenas, Stock Dove; Jim Gifford via Wikimedia Commons. Doves are generally known as birds of peace; the bearer of the olive branch at the end of the flood. The great thing about researching my book of magical birds, is finding juxtapositions… Continue Reading “Doves and Pigeons”