A Poem on Doing.

I wake up heavy.

With things to Do,

Wounds to conceal.

 

In the shadow of a building and against expectations,

a little bird builds a nest.

 

Flapping against March winds,

Blazing with purpose.

 

It has no time for Woe,

It just does.

 

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YFGP (2)

Written after observing a Yellow-footed Green Pigeon making a nest in an Ashoka tree.

 

YFGP Nesting (3)

March 26, 2019.

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