Tag: #Pigeon
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On Silent Wings… #Poetry
On silent wings they pass by The ancient Gods of old The scar runs deep That shut their hearts To the prayers of man Harpies perch On black wings A sound of broken glass Echoes behind Do not call our names You need new heroes New Gods, we are no more… ©AnitaDawes2022 Anita’s poem today…
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Too Heavy…
I found a wounded pigeon in my back garden Thinking it was winded I took it to the shed Where I had my cat box. Placing it on a clean towel inside, I went and made a cup of coffee, hoping for the best. A couple of hours later, I took…