So the diminishing tribe
of wild cats
got together and agreed hey times is gettin' tough
we need a strategy.
It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man.
How dangerous the skies - for men, and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
I dreamt I flew as ibis fly
o'er sand and palm and sunny Nile
Unending one, you’ve shown myself to me.
In the place you wrote into being
where the image of God made Man
A string of perfect pearls
threaded on grey silk
in a silver jewel-case
I'm keeping for somebody else
Today is that day
not on the calendar,
as National Olfactory Day,
but far more exciting than that:
A poet, far from his beloved,
wrote a poem full of meaning
and, calling a carrier-pigeon from his loft,
sent it as a white dove to his beloved
I’ve only got to say the word…and
I can hear the male murmur murmur right now
mixed with a hurhur hurhur as of naughty boys…
suddenly lips and fingers have their vivid, hungry memories…