Poem - A Pigeons Poem
We're ancient helpers of humans
Yes Jobs we've had
Now we wander and survive
I see them out my window every day
A flock on the powerline
The many small puffs of grey
We love to just hang out together
In the sunshine
Admiring the view
And visit the pet cockatiels out the back
Collecting some crumbs
And finding another good spot
To hang out
Many don't find us beautiful
But beauty's in the eye of the beholder
And to a pigeon
Another pigeon is the most beautiful creature
Yes we find love with one another
When some of us pair up
And the human has seen us
Kissing eachother with our beaks
And singing our cooing song
We love being free and surviving together as a flock
Finding food and water flying together
Then coming back as one
The roof is also a good place to hang out
Up so high
Sometimes we see the human outside
And we look at her with curiousity
And affection
Cause she's an animal lover
A good sort to us
It's such a peaceful idyllic life here
Being us pigeons
We know many pigeons are survivors
But we've got eachother
Pigeons are beautiful to animal lovers
Not just in the way
But another soul
Wanting love and family
And just to enjoy freedom and the beauty of the world
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