Time for a bit more writing from last year.

DOVES

Not all doves crap.
Here I was,
Lying in the sun, and two doves fluttered in,
On whistling wings
Busily intent on procreation - by the look of it.
They jostled each other on the rim of a sunshade
But
She didn’t fancy it and they flew away.

And then it ocurred to me.
There are dozens of them.
Cooing in the morning -and the evening
Yet not a drop of crap.
Not anywhere.

Canarian doves.
Fuerteventurian doves.
Educated.
Considerate.
They must crap somewhere
But
Not around here, they don’t.


At the Poolside. Fuerteventura. 2006