Dead Pigeon by cara
There’s a dead pigeon at the bottom of my garden,
I’d seen it the day before.
I knew it was dying,
I approached it gently,
It just was, in total peace.
Eyes following me,
No flapping or moving away,
Knowing it was too late
I left it to be.
©Cara Macwilliam












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