Belonging in the air,
and yet drawn to the ground.
Weighed down by sloth and gluttony,
they waddle by your feetAdorable.
Appetising.
Alive and raw.What is it about them
that piqued these urges?
These desires to stoop down
To pluck them off the groundYou could.
They are far too complacent.
With trail and error,
Just be patient.
You could do it.No.
That is not the way.
Unrefined, uneducated,
foolish and brash-
such actions you must not take.We do not grab pigeons
with our bare hands.
We do not fight tooth and nail,
claw and feather,
just to feel the soft of feathers
and the warmth of a bird's heart
beating against your fingers.And yet it persists-
temptation.To pick
a
pigeon
off the ground
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Assortment
RandomHave a taste, will you? Of assorted snippets and Bites of poetry (may contain morbid themes)