I wrote this several years ago in around 2003; it’s one of my college-era poems.
Crippled pigeon, half brown, half grey:
How have you hobbled through the day?
How have you safely through the throng
Hopped your way the long day long?
How have you gathered up the food
To keep you strong when you’re eschewed,
And scorned, or kicked and chased from sight
By vicious children, fearless wight?
Yet lent against the kerb you “stand”,
And then I but outreach my hand
And Lo! Ascending to the sky
No crippled pigeon, strong you fly.
© 2003, 2020 Bryan A. J. Parry
4 thoughts on “Poem: Crippled Pigeon #poetry”
I like the image
Thank you! Not my image, I must say, but it felt appropriate to the poem.
I meant the words
Ah, I see! Thank you!