He piegon.she pigeon on the bamboo shaft,
he moves clockwise, then anticlockwise,
cooing all time and in soliciting nodding
neck swollen feathers standing,
she flies away from shaft,
to the nearby window ceiling,
with another, he pigeon, or she one,
the original sits on waiting, or in despair,
in two minutes, she flies back exactly to him
He restarts his cooing, nodding, circling, swelling
she responds by pecking to him,
now both peck each other
like the ocean under lunar influence,
both matter and living swell
when in propagation mode,
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