Pigeon Diaries

 
 
A crackling in the fireplace
as I sit on my old chair
listening to it, just as if it was music? 
reminiscing of times less complicated 
as the cold winds blow outside my window 
I think about everything that is wonderful
and everything that is not
from my window I see a pigeon on the grass, walking round in circles
I see he is wearing a Trilby hat, he's holding a breifcace 
I close my eyes in disbelief 
and as I open them 
well, he's just a pigeon after all 
I've never heard anyone ever say how beautiful a pigeon is
but as I look closer  I see he definitely has a special quality
and as I fight to open my window in the wind 
to gently throw a piece of bread 
where Instantly arrives  another pigeon bigger and faster 
he takes the bread and flies away
my pigeon, although disappointed continues to walk round in circles.