Don’t pity the pigeon,
nor his herd mentality.
He’s surfing the city;
an ordinary creature
thriving in the scum,
bee-boppin’ wires,
no longer used for telephones,
eroding city stones,
cooing with love for his territory.
See, the pigeon’s got morals:
monogamy, strong parenting,
but with little care for spread of disease.
These war veterans got priorities.
They keep their minds
and bodies clean,
and when the rains come in
to wash them,
they rock and lean,
just rock and lean.
Dear David,
Lovely to find your comment here. My daughter actually inspired this one. On our walk home, she said, “Why don’t you write a poem about the pigeons. I really pity them. And I replied, “Don’t pity the pigeon.”
But, I think events happening back home always sort of creep in. There’s some satire embedded here, so I hope it’s not buried too deep to be dug out.
I’m so grateful for this dialogue, David. 💜 Thank you, dear friend.
Katie
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Thank you, Tiff. 💜I hope to keep getting sparks from my daughter. She has such a u IQAir way of seeing the world.
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a wonderfully unexpected paean to pigeons 🙂
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This is so lovely
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