Pigeon Diaries Poem by Shirley Harrison

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.