...ON ANOTHER DAY
It sat
On the
Railing
The pigeon
Clad
In Grey.
It cooed
Ruffling
Its.
Feathers.
It was
Waiting
For its
Lover!.
It cooed
Again
Calling
To
The Love
It longed
For...
I watched
Waiting with
Bated breath
Would
The Love
Come or would
The pigeon
Fly
Lone?
I watched
It a sudden
Take flight...
It took
Itself
Off and
Away...
Clearly
Knowing
Love
Was to be
Met with
On another
Day!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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