It's Still Life

A View From The Roof

That albino pigeon
(the one that convinced me it was a dove)
has returned.

It’s up there on the roof ridge.
Slate-grey like a storm,
a perched gargoyle,
or a wild stone.

And it looks down.
Left.
Right.
Wings move,
as if shrugging off the weather.

And then it’s off,
into the air.
To the next house.

New view.
New roof.
New pitch.

It’s watching the builders
next door eat lunch.

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White birds, by Ivan Generalic, Date: 1969. Pubic Domain from WikiArt.  ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter