The Pigeon Who Spoke No Word

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neither a word

nor 'hello'

he sat still, still

seeking warmth

beyond my window sill

gray and white

and a pinch of black

I couldn't go closer

as he slept on the rack

tip toe tip toe

but he might get scared

hush hush hush hush

or was he in prayer

eyes open wide

and yet motionless

braving the cold

of January heartless

somewhere burnt a log

the smell of flying embers

I looked at the clock

and retired to my chamber

'Good Morning'

poked the sun

the curtains half asleep

I got myself a bun

brushed and bathed

chores all done

when all of a sudden

my head did turn

beyond the window sill

my guest no longer seen

perhaps on his way

from where he has been

a thank you note

for the stay last night

could he have left

before being out of sight

only if I had

looked down for a second

by the shrubs and bushes

his lifeless form awakened

drowned in the mist

the night had to offer

laid on the streets

embracing death proper

the shiver went unnoticed

his prayers had been deaf

who could have noticed

hardly anyone cared

men butchering men

humans a shameless race

who would even care

about a dead pigeon's case

and he rested

until picked among the rags

and he tasted

the garbage in the bags

neither a word

nor 'hello'

he slept still, still

seeking warmth

beyond my gory sill 

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