Treasure Island

Bozhidar Pangelov

(Bulgaria, Sofia)

My Pigeons


My pigeons.
these, who live
in the birdhouse,
(for
pets)
are not at all “my” pigeons.
I am not there during the day.
And I cannot recognize myself.
At night they talk to each other.
I understand that this is so,
when in the room with my pigeons
I am met by a big blue eye.

They shyly grow quiet.

Please,
Do not be concerned.
They get along just fine.

Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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