"Stumped for words"
Today whilst stood at platform two
A pigeon did I spy.
He fluttered, silent, beam to beam
Formed black against grey sky.
I traced his path as humans passed
And hustled two and fro
How many of them glancing up
Espied his graceful airborne show?
Suddenly, he banked my way
Alighting at my feet
His neck burned gold, maroon and green,
Against that drab concrete.
A jealous pang I'd registered
As o'er the crowd he'd soared, Reflecting as to whether
Do even birds sometimes get bored?
Perhaps his heart does swell and cry under that feathered breast?
Defying death and gravity
Transcending mere bipeds.
Or maybe understandably,
He could no more comprehend,
As water is unto the fish,
Is flight to him, my fearless feathered friend.
But wait! Alas! There's something wrong
As he pecks from crumb from crumb.
A pink-clawed foot is missing,
And he limps upon the stump.
My heart's compassion overflows,
And when our glances meet
I catch the jealousy in his eyes
As he espies my two good feet.
© J. J. Bardsley - The Dharma-Farmer™
April 2014 - All Rights Reserved
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