Poem #2,718 | I sit with my dull grey dove

I sit with my dull grey dove
& watch drip-drip of rain &
re-shove of wind [tall pane
separation for us] – swayin’
of her beyond my glass – a
shudder-perch – no part of
nested hierarchy [not for a
while] – this blowing rain’ll
pass over in time – her sink
of head is as if pummelled
down – instead temporary
shelter – Is she in thought?
We stare ahead at another
& sit under rain-grey cover