The Pigeon

The pigeon seems not a graceful bird
It’s plump and rather clumsy.
In jackboot style it struts its thing
On roofline and amongst the barley!
Its feathers are grey and white
With some green and faun and blue.
It has a yellow eye each side
Stuck on its head with glue.

At night time when one is camping
It doesn’t seem to sleep
It coo’s and ah’s all thro’ the night
Along the boughs of trees,
And in the tent with you!
And if the pigeon goes to sleep
It falls from roosting bough.
It flaps wings as though
It’s in a plastic bag – somehow?

The pigeon flies like Superman
As straight as flight can be
At other times it flaps its wings
Then glides like Bumble Bee.
It does this several times in flight
Its mate, she tags along.
In formation the pigeons fly
And around the others throng!

© Nick Rigazzi-Tarling 27 July 2009