25 May




after surveying her needs

she could report that she was able to squeak by

with only a small treat once in a while

and then one day she left the north

and met with a mate 

who smiled at her

laughed even

and she became un-stuck

and remembered that 

even the pigeons outside her window

fluttered sometimes

Comments

  1. Jae Rose25/05/2014, 07:19

    Becoming un-stuck is fantastic I imagine..let's flutter and hope..lovely..hopeful piece

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    1. Anonymous25/05/2014, 18:31

      I also enjoyed the idea of becoming un-stuck!
      Very well-crafted poem.

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  2. Anonymous25/05/2014, 07:19

    Nice and tight ,and a lovely storyline, too.

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  3. Old Egg25/05/2014, 07:25

    How economic you were with the words as she was economic with her treats!

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  4. Gail25/05/2014, 08:39

    Fantastic! A flowing piece.

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  5. 21 Wits25/05/2014, 09:30

    Perfect story with delightful words, even in a clutter one can sense a poem in the making!

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  6. Laurie Kolp25/05/2014, 09:56

    What a wonderful poem... I love the ending!!

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  7. Anonymous25/05/2014, 14:05

    Love how much you packed into your small tale. Especially like those closing lines,

    Elizabeth

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  8. brudberg25/05/2014, 14:53

    We need to remember that there are always some joy somewhere... better inhale deeply and get some.

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  9. Anonymous25/05/2014, 18:16

    Well done and an enjoyable tale. Lovely write.

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  10. kaykuala25/05/2014, 19:21

    and met with a mate
    who smiled at her
    laughed even
    and she became un-stuck

    Meeting friends can bring back lots of joy,certainly! Nice write asos!

    Hank

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  11. brenda w26/05/2014, 08:56

    Lovely work. This piece made me feel good. Thank you!

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