Poem for Hour Three (3/24)

PIGEONS ARE TERRIBLE NEST BUILDERS!

We domesticated them,

Housed them,

And now,

Their best attempts at building consist of two twigs on a roof shingle.

 

PIGEONS ARE TOO FRIENDLY FOR THEIR OWN GOOD!

They, like us, frequent cafes,

Ordering pastries,

Asking for nibbles,

Sitting daintily on our hands even though we are strangers.

 

PIGEONS BREED YEAR ROUND!

They live dangerously,

Along noisy streets,

Crowded intersections,

And still find time and peace enough to bring life into the world.

 

PIGEONS FALL FROM BUILDINGS WITHOUT THEIR WINGS OPEN!

Because even now,

After all this time,

They are still birds,

And they have learned to trust that their wings will catch them in freefall.

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