The Pigeon Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

THE PIGEON
The same pigeon visits your garden every day.
The pigeon is probably your winged friend.
O, the bird has taken my place.
Its soft wings are in love with the sky's paths.
Once I cried before a plane.
Something is unfair on the Earth's surface.
Someone has a chair in a plane.
Another one is still glued to a bench.
I was about to complain.
O, the plane left the field for the sky's heights.
The pigeon keeps my heart in its small chest.
It flies to your garden even in the rain.
Do you think it's me sitting on a branch?