The Pigeon

Just my feelings when I see a pigeon walking or flying around in little C shaped circles. Simple beauty.

Bright but sullen colors spread across thy wing

Off white, of blue, of often gray

You of such a pretty thing

Do not fly off far away

Do not fly to the dusks last sun

To leave me with tears still anew

For in futures later you will be the one

When all other beauty is through

Author's Note

Written during my false imprisonment. How different the world looks when the only view of it on has is in their mind. it makes you appreciate the simple things. I still smile during spring rains and sometimes reach out to touch a tree when I walk past one. Or pick up a really look at a leaf. Maybe I am better for it. Maybe I am a fool, but I would rather be a abitious fool than a pessimistic genius.

Reviews

[Vic]

Inspiring. It was very nice.

[Kaylee]

I love this for its short-but-sweet simplicity. Everything is beautiful, even pigeons, and it's so nice to have a poem like this every now and then that focuses on small things such as the beauty of a pigeon. Very nice, thank you for sharing. :)

[Allen Wayne]

Aww... Thank you for your kind words. They do a tired old soul good.