Pigeons flutter high above the north end of the lake.
It was reported that these birds put a rare smile on Mr. Kendall’s face.
This was the meeting place where his mate and he would come
to spend their days gazing at the reflected beauty of this aerial dance.
Now as he surveys the scene, he gets stuck in memories,
each coo and squeak reminded him of his wife’s soft voice.
It was a real treat to hear again; it made him laugh and he sure did need it.
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014