comfort <br />i see it in the <br />smart morn doves <br />hastily picking up grains <br />courtesy of a <br />grocery store shopowner <br />i see it in three pigeons <br />cleaning themselves <br />in the most charming manner <br />in a puddle <br />pulling their heads in and out of water <br />rinsing, splashing, <br />without a care of the world <br />comfort <br />i see in a mating <br />male pigeon <br />flapping with ecstasy <br />on a rooftop as its back <br />sweeps down towards the female's <br />comfort <br />i see it at a shop's verandah <br />mother cat licking its newborns <br />one by one <br />its nipples, limpy, pinkish and red <br />from the heavy suckling <br />comfort <br />i see them in childhood river <br />after rain <br />fishes splash, leap <br />all the way out to sea<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comfort-7/
