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The pigeon

One lonely pigeon
in the midst of day

No sense of bother
It’s eating away

Sitting/ so solitary
Watching every move,

There’s no need to move,
or go away.

One things for certain
that observation is the thing.

Spending time in company
when the time is right

Moment of quiet
Looking straight ahead

Watching the world
go passing by

Lost in solitary purpose,
In comforts of mind

Temporary understanding
of the solitary time

and the things we live for
Keep moving along

And when we are ready
Back to social norm

With only the clarity
of thoughts and mind.
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