The pigeon perched upon my sill
He saw his image in the pane
And for a moment stood quite still
He preened and turned around again.
I wonder if he questioned why
There was a fellow in the glass
And who could be that handsome guy
He didn’t look like second class !
Oh silly bird, what thoughts we keep
I really think you are a dear
You close your eyes, are you asleep
I pray you stay forever near !
Claire V. Bogdanos 