Poetry

Whilst walking through town today I saw a beautiful girl.
She was sitting across the road from where I was, cradling in her hands a white dove. She was holding it close to her face with such a precious attitude, it was an intimate moment to see.

The bird had an intriguing crest on its head with green and brown feathers. She brought it up to her face and bit its head off and I realised it was a souvlaki.


Courtesy of my friend Lisa, who sees poetry in things that others would not.

xox E.