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Comments by Christopher Herold:
It is early spring and, with the
first warm day, the poet and a friend are inspired to go out for a walk in the
park. City pigeons are used to people and expend little energy to get out of our
way. Regardless of their technical definitions, the words "shuffle"
and "slightly" somehow work together to faithfully describe the movements
of the birds. They feel no threat; they are contented. The poet and the poets
friend are not in a hurry either. If they were, the pigeons might scatter with
more than just a slight shuffle. So it seems that on such a fine spring day, both
birds and poets are in no hurry. I enjoy the feeling of ease and contentedness
in this poem--also its sense of companionship.
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