Supernatural
Senses
Is it intuition
Or something in the air
Stunning super senses
I can only stop and stare
Is the brown dove an omen
How does it know I’m near
Can it sense me coming
Why has the bird no fear
Is it simply joie de vivre
A lifting of the spirits
Or something I’ll never know
Concealed in sepia secrets
I don’t know where we will go
Or when we will return
Do you know when we’ll be here
A concern I can’t discern
Prophecies and predictions
Writings on the wall
Is what I see what I get
Or not really that at all
I’ve been between the edges
Next to the precipice
The more I learn the less I know
What are the Testaments
The brown doves here and then gone
There’s magic in the air
I wonder when he will return
On a wing and prayer
© David Rudder 2023
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