Love is a tiny morsel of bread
flung by a careless hand.
The lonely pigeon, one amongst hundreds
swoops down from her waiting perch
open-hearted and hopeful for a taste of happiness.
She surfaces hungry, pitiful
while others emerge victorious,
strutting around with full bellies and smug expressions.
So she returns to her perch
to wait for the fling
of the next morsel
that surely will be hers.
©2018 Seetha Nambiar Dodd
3 little birds 
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But this is not the end
The story does continue somewhat on
For a turn of events fortuitous
awaits our heroine below so on
….
As she sits on lonely perch
With spirit forlorn and wings heavy
Notice she does a glint below
Is she imagining dwell she not
Yet again there the sun shines
An odd morsel the crowd missed
Down she drops heart in hope
Today her luck has sprung upon
An oddly shaped morsel under stone
Back in flight a strange delight
The more she eats the morsel
The morsel eats her the more
Odder and odder she soon feels
Her perch she again reaches but
Tis not the perch she left
How strange she now feels everything
And where is her little morsel
Lost it she has but gained
A fellow traveler perched by her
Their eyes meet in ancient greet
What was strange is no more
Afresh this the magic of life
The gods of love
Have set her free
In flight they rise
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