I’m approaching the fringe of the question…

I’m approaching the fringe of the question…
You know the one…
Like always I have uncertainty…
I’m not sure if the question is good or bad.

I’m sorry not to be more clear…
The problem is that I don’t know the answer…
All my life I have been wondering…
The answer must be more like an ocean than a pond.

There are just too many possibilities to consider…
Each leaves me more confused…
It is not as simple as why a bee buzzes a blossom…
It is not so complicated as trying to straighten my curly hair.

I hope you don’t worry about it the way I do…
Wide awake at the hour of the wolf…
Always leading to the front door of nothing…
An endless path of minutia.

Well here it is, the universal question aloud…
Are you ready?

Why are there no baby pigeons?
Have you ever seen one?
Have you ever wondered why?

I love you,

Annie