I often gaze out of my upstairs window seeking inspiration for poems and today I saw an odd thing, which could perhaps be a poem, but I just want to describe what I saw this time.

I was looking down from above and saw three wood pigeons on the lawn. They seemed to like symmetry, they expressed it. They were arranged on the points of an invisible equilateral triangle. The triangle had sides that were to my eye three metres long and so each wood pigeon was three metres away from each of its companions. Two pigeons sat, nested in the grass, at what I thought of as the base of the triangle, exactly parallel to each other and facing outward toward the garden wall like silent sentinels or guards on an invisible door to the triangles centre.  The third pigeon stood at the peak and made rare pecks at the grass.

I watched this for ten minutes. Nothing happened. None of the usual cats turned up, thankfully. I left. I have no idea how long they held this shape between them. It was an oddly still scene.