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Dawn Chorus
larrylark

Woke, duvet draped, in early morning floating hour,
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while pigeons torment sleep from ivory towers.
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Weaned from deep snoring slumber,
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well before that swift rising molten core
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streams bright light over rust crumbled drain pipe tops,
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where each twig of a nest lies propped among  timbers,
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threatening to burn the street to a cinder.
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Fancy dan mother of pearl bird waves wings,
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turning through well grooved flight paths.
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Later one lay spread eagled,
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where traffic markings whitened the road.
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The fleeting symmetry of death stayed unnoticed.
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Stray cat foraging meat, splayed beneath severed feathers
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23 Sep 11

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cool poem.  enjoyable read.
 — JKWeb

first time I read this I took it as a threat to pigeons as in: "The last pigeon that disturbed my slumber got hit by a truck." heh. I liked it.
 — etrexa

cheers JK
 — larrylark

read all abhat it...Pigeon hit by perambulating trick cyclists one and only wheel
 — larrylark

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