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 ...