Jack Richards

The Poet and the Pigeon

until a passerby
Shooed them away
Damn guy;
what's he thinking?

They were just
pecking at seed,
as commonly
done, around
this time

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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