A Collared Dove on Lanzarote
By Ed Crane
She is waiting on my wall
illuminated by the morning sun.
I coo and make a mewing sound.
She tips her head my way to listen.
but unsure if flying is a better option.
In your mushroom coloured feathered coat
trimmed with an ermine and ebony collar,
are you the height of fashion?
with autistic awareness – afraid of change.
Twitching, jumpy – a survivor’s constant state.
You weigh up my next move.
Will I leap and devour you
or simply fill your dish?
Experience has taught you to be hopeful,
Your courage is rewarded and
You don’t stay long.
A survivor is never sated.
That is A DANGEROUS STATE.
As I watch, I wonder
where go after your daily re-fill.
Do you cross the ocean to Moroccan shores
or gather in dead volcano cones, pecking for the seeds
of parched plants clinging to volcanic ash
as black as your beautiful eyes?
Maybe you don’t go so far and
partake of the rich pickings around the
Your sojourns are a mystery,
but in your quest for sustenance,
you learn your unfathomable skill
of finding SHELTER AND FOOD.
You’ve become one of millions . . . maybe more.
But that doesn’t make you any less