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Food For Thought
1.
today there is a dove
on my window ledge
cooing its repetitive miracle
I listen, my ear to its
warm breasted melody, until it
flies off in a whirr of wings
on some instinctual errand
my cat watching from
behind the glass, her
hunting ancestry aroused
2.
and I think
how we come
into this miracle
mewing with
discomfort, bewilderment
and how later
vision clearing
it all seems savage and beautiful,
as a lion enjoying its prey
but not very much more
comprehensible
our days devouring us
one by one
© Johnmichael Simon
2010
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