on the branch
a gull cleaning its beak -
on the ground
a broken eggshell
a gull cleaning its beak -
on the ground
a broken eggshell
memory failing
and no one left to confirm
how things used to be
in grandpa's garden
held together by creepers
an old wooden hut
the last pigeon
checks in
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now the gentle breeze
releases a tiny leaf
to the flowing stream
freed from his tack
the pony rolls on the grass
hoofs punching the air
evening shadows creep
over the pond - the ducks leave
one
by
one
by
one
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