Pigeon Poem by Pearl Walden

Little bundle of feathers in a fat, gloved hand
Your family is perched in the trees, cooing,
Around your leg they have placed a silver band
While your cousins all wonder what you are doing.

Bright eye stares wildly at the human's face
When it should be searching for food to eat
Or watching your friends flapping up in space
And admiring the bird's eye view beneath.

Your plumes as you struggle, fall down on the ground
One day they'll look great in a rich lady's hat
As she looks up to see your kin flying around
Higher up in the sky than a blind twilight bat.

It won't be long now before you're in a pie
With gravy poured all over you with a swoosh,
'They sure got it wrong', you'll think as you die,
'A bird that's in hand ain't worth two in the bush'.