Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

A Brown Rock-Pigeon, Flutters Just Past The Porch


A brown rock-pigeon, flutters just past the porch
picks up some small insects from the mown lawn
from where it continually calls its mate,
at a distance sparrows splash in water.

An auburn colour flames in the sun
stretching right over some gleaming feathers
while he keeps on catching tiny insects,
before his cooing attracts some more doves.

Yellow weavers chatter in the branches,
they fly whistling from one branch to another,
they are charming pied coloured females
that are basking under the hot bright sun,

the sun stretches shadows all over me,
in the distance there’s thunder roaring.

Submitted: Friday, November 25, 2011
Edited: Friday, November 25, 2011

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