Pigeons have a religion;
they pray for daily bread.
I see them in the park and
they have genuflecting heads.
We are the litter god to them;
the ‘great giver of crumbs'.
They hear the thunder of our shoes
and praise the rain that comes.
Pigeons have a religion;
they pray for daily bread.
I see them in the park and
they have genuflecting heads.
We are the litter god to them;
the ‘great giver of crumbs'.
They hear the thunder of our shoes
and praise the rain that comes.
Comments
Highhat | December 3, 2011 - 06:39
I really like this John. It's such a lovely musing over a part of our daily lives that we seldom give much thought.
;)Pia
sue dinum | December 3, 2011 - 13:38
Crumbs for thought, I really liked your angle. Well done, John. You continue to be inventive in all your work.
sue
scratch | December 3, 2011 - 13:41
One sweet stanza conveys lots. Can't argue with it. Well done.
well-wisher | December 4, 2011 - 18:22
Thanks, Highhat.
I've always loved pigeons. They're so wonderful to watch whenever I'm sitting waiting for a bus or if I'm in Glasgow Central Station which is always full of pigeons.
Really glad you enjoyed it.
well-wisher | December 4, 2011 - 18:42
Thanks, Sue.
As long as my writing doesn't bore people, I'm happy.
Glad you enjoyed it.
well-wisher | December 4, 2011 - 18:44
Thanks, Scratch. Glad you liked it.
innes-may | December 5, 2011 - 17:25
This poem has a lovely pace and atmosphere, I also love pigeons and their genuflecting heads (a new word for me!) Innes x