Good morning friends rise and shine , a new week to face , so let me introduce you to this pigeon in the morning , don't my head break
Pigeons were real pests,
Their litter everywhere ,
Till the idea of putting a net ,
Once the net was in place ,
I felt a sense of glee,
That at least now I was free,
But the pigeon came and sat ,
On my window ,
It doe like eyes met mine ,
It looked so sad ,
As to say my home is gone ,
And I am really forlorn ,
Torn between tears and laughter,
Did not know whether to hug her,
Or shoo her away ,
So sweet she was ,
All white and dark,
Her little bill quivering in despair ,
Made me think of when I had lost my way,
I'm sorry my little friend ,
Hope you will find a new home to defend ,
And be happy , and fly , and may all be well
