Feeding the Wild

After a long day of city noise, I stepped outside for a breath

and some poise. Coffee cup and a cigarette's flame, in my little

backyard the world felt tame. Then out of the sky two strangers came,

feathers shining, no fear, no shame. A turquoise head and a coat

of gray, they looked at me as if to say...

Feed us friend, we've flown so far through the springtime clouds and the

city scars. I threw some bread and in that air so still,

the world felt quiet, the heart could heal. She ate fast