As soon as she saw him
With a twig or two
To make the scruffy, scrappy nest
Ms. Dove delivered
As one does
A beautiful white egg
Hanging on for dear life
In the Eucalyptus
And I wonder how it stays there
With such an insubstantial nest
But I guess
As one does
That Ms. Dove knows best.
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there
What household chore have you got completely wrong?








