Analysis of The Wood pigeon.

                How pretty is  the Wood pigeon,
                 upon the hedge so green.
                 Billing and a cooing,
                 Chatting to us, it seems.

Jerking his tiny head, both this way and that,
                 Looking out for next door's fat, old tabby cat.

We hear him constantly flapping,
                 high up in our trees.
                We know that he feels safe up there,
                 from rain and gusty breeze.

He perches with fattened body,
                upon the grain  I've supplied.
                Then  he waddles off and tries to fly ,
                to where, he likes to hide.

Dusky grey-pink plumage,
                And little beady eye.
                A dweller of the countryside
                who belongs to field and sky.

With head tucked in, sloping  shoulders
                 hunched,
                he's like an old man, who has just been out
                 and lunched!