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The View Inside The Window

A poem.

November 10, 2011

The view inside the windowÌý
The pigeon had two legs, but only one foot.
ÌýUnhampered by his hobble
Ìýhe stood boldly on the Corner Bakery table,
Ìýpeering through the glass to see me
Ìýlooking at him looking at me.
ÌýPigeons are not allowed on the Corner
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Bakery tables.
ÌýWhile the waitress was still inside,
Ìýhis pigeon buddies were making quick
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý meals of the
Ìýgoodies left on the sidewalk.
ÌýBut, not this one. He was more interested
Ìýin the view inside the window, turning his
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý head
Ìýto hear what he couldn't see.
ÌýI love the way living things tilt their heads
Ìýwhen figuring something new.
ÌýPeople do it too.
ÌýBalance, poise and curiosity can't be
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý stamped out.
ÌýLife is not just about walking, but flying
Ìýtoo.
Ìý – Lois Rae Carlson