What Remains Unnoticed

Today is Celebration of Life – a day when the ordinary is finally lauded.

Real beauty, like the iridescent neck of the common pigeon, is often unrecorded.

True beauty, though, doesn’t need recognition. It exists – and that’s recognition enough.

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Feathers gracing ledge

Wings neat, furled and unhurried

Iridescent neck

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Feet stride past, no glance

It pecks the ground, still unmoved

Head quietly bobs.

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Bert sees its true form

Beauteous and unrecognized

Quietly dances.

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