Free verse № 96796
Diary entry (edit)
The omens gather like clouds:
A hefty wood pigeon
lands on a maple,
upsets the grin of a wet leaf,
rain falls on my head--
she is beautiful
the butterfly claps, earth
puts forth its crooked mirror.
an internet tradition since June 9, 2001.
Free verse № 96796
8 comments
this is kinda funny in a way.
hefty wood pigeon... is this a type of pigeon, or are you telling me the pigeon is hefty and made of wood? I sincerely thought the latter until I started trying to help you come up with a way to say it was hefty without saying "hefty". And now I feel dumb.
Is the last stanza part of a question?
maple it is, maple it isn't...
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