This poem was inspired by the rainy weather we were experiencing then. Plus, going back to work in the middle of the night on an emergency call wouldn't make for cheery writings. :)
photo by gracey
image from morguefile.com
how long have the pigeons
huddled on the wet ledge
from the incessant rain
that has been falling
in my warm room
still feel a chill when i see
them shake their feathers ever
so slightly when an angry rush of wind
howls across this rain-lashed apartment block.
"If you are going through hell, keep going."
-- Winston S. Churchill
This poem is for participation at Poetry Pantry -#131 at Poets United.
©cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013