The pigeons know all answers.
They taunt with each peck
“I knew that”
“Could’ve told you”
But never do.
They’re all around us, ignored.
Scuffed away when they come too close
Tossed crunchy crumbs on winter ice
if we remember.
Living off scraps.
We feel no empathy
Blind to their existence
Deaf to their know-it-all coos.
Winged-rats,
not like us.
But those pigeons have seen it all
From the caps of clouds to the soles of shoes
Salty seas to rusting rooftops
All of nature’s expense and expanse
They feel the answers.
We’re not asking.
Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/46430981@N02/8479843393
Nicely written! I actually quite like pigeons… 🙂
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Thanks Phoebe. I like them in small numbers… bit like kids really!
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AND, when you feed them grapes, they relieve themselves in technicolor… it’s a grand sight to see
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I did not know that… time for some home experiments!
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One tried to tell my mom the answers via one of those technicolor releases Annette mentioned…splat! Right on me mum’s shoulders. LOL! I laugh now, but my poor mother then…
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Some people think that’s good luck… can’t say I agree with them!
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My mom certainly didn’t think it was good luck…LOL! If I’d been old enough to know modern art, I would have told her it looks like she had a Jackson Pollack on her shoulder. 😀
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ha HA! I didn’t know they pooed in technicolour! 🙂
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Me either. Creates a beautiful image in my mind!
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Cool. I’ll never see pigeons the same 🙂
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That’s given me another idea… 🙂
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Oh good 🙂
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