Pigeon Play

Aristocratic urbanite,  Invisible ruler of the air, City dwellers and sophisticates, Ne’er concede that you are there. Peristeronic transient,  Lurking in the shadows,  ‘Neath the underpass. An epicurean scavenger, Devouring feasts, Foraged from the mass. Metaphoric peregrine, Prophetic symbol,  Sent from above. Your ancient meaning,  Oft misconstrued, Luminous messenger, Of luck . . . And […]

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The Quest

They came in droves and they filled the store, Faces straight, they were on a quest. Carts overflowing, non-perishables, That they’d safely keep in their nest. An innocent act, at first it seemed, But some… oh they failed the test. They bought, and they bought, and they piled it HIGH, Leaving nothing, not a stitch, […]

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Counting Crows

Crows

One for sorrow, two for bliss—Three for serpent’s mournful hiss. Four for treasure, five for tricks—Six for the rose that pulls and pricks. Seven in the garden, eight in the sea—Nine for the nine that watch from the tree. Nightmares are silver, dreams are gold—Ten for the wish in ignorance told. —Marcella Pixley, Without Tess […]

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Stay Golden

Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost I’ve definitely learned some new techniques over the course […]

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