I just wrote a poem for my resident pigeon. But honestly, what an honor to even care for her/him after all they’ve done for us.
Yesterday when I went for a walk (and a shop) at the mall, I realized I actually have homey pigeon capabilities: I kept finding where I needed to be without trying. What a compliment, huh? I rather like being like a pigeon. 🕊
P.S. You can find my poetry here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/169287555?utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=android_share
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