The Secret Life of the Wood Pigeon: Nature’s Most Unexpected Survivor Revealed
Sitting in my summer garden of an afternoon
and feeling safe in my middle class mother mountain father cocoon,
I daydreamed with the lawn mown
and all my neighbours a silver jubilee clone.
Long long later and of an after
and, once again, passed by for the Nobel prize for Literature
there I sat in a garden, daydreaming
listening to the coo of consciousness streaming.

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