... I read somewhere today that polar bears are always left-handed... I know I'm gullible, but is that true ?!! :)) Anyways, feelin definitely like a bear with a sore head at the moment and about as clumsy as grizzly with two left feet... Hence a write that goes with it... But hey... still smilin!! :)) LOL K xx

BIRDS ON THE WIRE


The pigeon swings on an overhead cable –
like a fatuous cleric, his overlarge body
puffed-up in stuffy vestments.

Craning his neck to study my movements,
his pitted eyes agog with “I say! I say!”
His dog collar is back to front, he’s unsure of his own
footing, but still he considers me unsound.

I point my cocked finger pistol and bang!
He was right.
I blow.

The dove carries no deadweight,
exercises no comparative judgement.
Her tones soothe and her soft-grey plumage
speaks of a purity spun through multitudes of washing.

Preening her wing she signs like a gloved hand;
deft fingers spelling out a message of grace.

Mute ambassador of a forgiving god –
not deaf but long-suffering and always on target.
I smile.