In the spare spring mornlight
The sun goldens down
A line
Of small ants
Parade past the runic fence
While upside of the slope
An ailing pigeon
Picks them off
For breakfast
#quickpoem
In the spare spring mornlight
The sun goldens down
A line
Of small ants
Parade past the runic fence
While upside of the slope
An ailing pigeon
Picks them off
For breakfast
#quickpoem