There's an eerie woosh
and a wood pigeon plumps
down into a kowhai.
It sits there pleased
and with red rimmed eyes,
judges our intentions.
It's small head a cork
perched on a jug.
excerpt from a poem by Kay McKenzie Cooke.
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Those red hot poker plants sure stand out. Love wood pigeons.
ReplyDeleteI like the perspective in this photo.
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