Cher Ami

by Yolanda Faye Holden

Some nights I drift off to sleep, dreaming that two pigeons come flying down from the hazel tree and place themselves on the window-sill, one on the right, the other on the left, and remain there sitting. Watching me attentively. After a few minutes of just sitting there, they fly into my bedroom, through the open window and peck out my eyes.