A mind alluding innocence
Creeps just outside its head.
The pigeon is enjoying crumbs,
Nature in peace
Living respects the dead.
Through hardship of the biggest labor,
And luck of passing by the love –
Disguise of pigeons’ biggest fear, now
Is not yet seen.
At first, it’s funny.
Then, it strikes –
Two bright yellow crooked lines
Get firm hold of the wing.
It’s sudden, the realization
Takes us all time, but desperation
Sets in on second two.
The pigeon too.
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