Though it’s a far cry
From winter,
As soon as I see snow,
I know that early bird
Of a mourning dove has stopped by
Our wobbly TV aerial again,
And is going on and on, talking
On his pedestal to anybody
Who is somebody about anything—
Even something as pedestrian
As the time of day.
I love this, Vassilis! Especial "our wobbly TV aerial again." Makes me feel the aerial's rod wobbling under my mourning dove feet for a minute or two after I've alighted....
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joe--as for my fine-feathered early bird of a friend, he may be a nuisance inside re the boob tube but outside in the yard, his voice is music to my ears.
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