comfort
i see it in the
smart morn doves
hastily picking up grains
courtesy of a
grocery store shopowner
i see it in three pigeons
cleaning themselves
in the most charming manner
in a puddle
pulling their heads in and out of water
rinsing, splashing,
without a care of the world
comfort
i see in a mating
male pigeon
flapping with ecstasy
on a rooftop as its back
sweeps down towards the female's
comfort
i see it at a shop's verandah
mother cat licking its newborns
one by one
its nipples, limpy, pinkish and red
from the heavy suckling
comfort
i see them in childhood river
after rain
fishes splash, leap
all the way out to sea
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I love to think of those fishes leaping all the way out to sea. The joy of being in itself brings comfort. Warmest regards, Sandra