Penelope Pidgeon
Pidgeons were scavengers, hangers on
They scrapped and crapped
All over the square
They were worse than the Tourists
With the yanky doodle stare
Penelope got stuck
With Pidgeon
This was not her name...
But it stuck
Like mud to a shoe
And her feet were the giveaway 'clue'
Turned in as she walked
Grossly deformed
She was laughed at, at school
And hideously spurned
Devoid of affection
She had no recollection of love
Then one day in the park
She got a sign from'above'
At first sight she saw the wings of a dove
Descending slowly they turned to brownish grey
She felt a splat on her shoulder
It wasn't her day!
A pidgeon landed beside her on the street
Its toes were similar to hers
Curled up with one missing toe
It's feathers were mankey
It limped with nowhere to go
Feeling a 'flash of passion'
For the very first time
Penelope took it home
In a box
For weeks she kept it warm and fed
Some days it rested on her pillow in her bed
But she knew a day would come
When plump and fit it would be gone
Alas that day had come
She felt a pang a silent cry
But just before she let it fly
She clamped a ring around its feet
And to make the journey complete
She place a ring around her own
Hoping one day, it would fly back home
For Penelope could not forget
That fated day when they first met
Yvette smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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