Wasps and bees and huge bumblebees and all kinds of hefty flying beings buzz and cruise over the park’s sloping fields. Taken aback from the swarming crowds I’m inclined to retreat, but my fear melts in the morning sun and I dare to proceed wistfully thinking I’m not to their liking. I sit under a great carob tree, whose shade I share with a pair of grey collared doves; walking in tandem, their feet glistening lavender pink, they cock their heads taking me in and then go on pecking the ground circling me, never minding me, as if me being here is the most natural thing.
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Did you name the pigeons Jonathan & Susie? I really hope so. I loved meandering through this poem.
A beautiful moment of repose within nature captured effortlessly in poetry!