The Poet and the Pigeon
Everyday,
until a passerby
Shooed them away
Damn guy;
what's he thinking?
They were just
pecking at seed,
as commonly
done, around
this time
Idiot!
Now I have,
No birds, to enjoy.
Not employed,
They refuse.
Oh well,
It happened.
Lucky, am I not?
Having birds,
any time.
Jack Richards
copyright 2007
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