Pigeons roost.
Startled, they fly in great circles
and settle again on the old tile roof.
Do they know why the bells toll?
Do they feel the prayers of those within rise up past them?
Do they guide them up to Heaven?
Or do they watch them pass and shake their heads, wondering at the ways of people.
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What a dazzling blue sky! And the birds flying over the church tower makes the whole photo seem so romantic!
The old missions are so charming. And that sky is so very blue!
Wonderful photo, the Mission, the birds, the greenery, the sky, you captured it all.
It is a pretty little place.
Neat captures of the birds on the roof.
It’s as if the birds are rising like the prayers in your poem. Lovely.
Love the photo and the poem. There’s something about pigeons, even when we hate to admit it.
Such a lovely photo!
What a clear blue sky. I love everything about your photo!
I wonder, too.
That’s a nice combination of soft muted colors. Very southwest.
That’s very pretty, Liza.
So, Capistrano has the swallows, and this place gets pigeons? What a rip off!
: )
Thanks everyone for the good words. Wren, Pigeons have their place . . . and it’s pretty much in places like that.