On My Walk
The basin in the water fountain
Was completely full
With water and with pigeons,
Drawn there by a hot day’s pull.
I watched the birds all splashing,
Beaks and feathers soaking wet,
As they cooled themselves from mugginess,
Which isn’t over yet.
Nearby, a man played trumpet;
He was learning, that was clear,
Though the pigeons didn’t let
His muted bellows interfere.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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