Definition Poem - In the Arms of a Knight

Several days before I was to locomote A white genus Columba flew into my garden. It had matchless black spot on its tail, As if a drop of ink had soiled Its purity. It looked at me As birds do: head sideways, Neck twisted, almost big top fine-tune; Then went the other way, fluttered, Cooed, straightened, and stared at me With more than charitable close upness. Our eyes Met, and I matt-up some arrangement Pass between us, as if it sensed I was to die and felt compassion. And consequently I knew that I would live. Weeks after my miracle The dove re turn, nesting near me, An ordinary bicycle bird. Of course I hold it dear. But who lived in Its eyes? Whose compassion direct The silent thoughts that turned my will? I know my profess imagination May have spoken with the bird, Lifting me from death. But sure enough What well never understand Far surpasses what we know. The dove knows more than we. And I, Returned from death, am want a boulder Lifted up and left(a) upon the s hore By some majestic wave.

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