My Friend The Collared Dove

A fun poem on a cold, snowy day 😄

I heard him this morning
while stirring oats for breakfast;
it’s been a month or two at least
and now here he is in the
naked, shivering tree.

“Ah, how lovely”, I said out loud
to no-one,
but he heard me,
“Only a flying visit – pun intended! “,
he said, and winked.
“I’ll be back”.
And off he flew
into the cold, cinereal sky.

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