Sitting in my room ,
I look outside.
Wondering about the miracles in the sky,
I see a pigeon flying up high.

Surging its wings ,
It glides down and flutters.
It grooves it's claws on the balcony's railing.
Of course then I didn't bother.

It jumps to the floor,
And waddles till my room's door.
It peers at me for a while.
Blinking rapidly, with a curious eye.

Then back he goes.
Now I ignore.
It's still there when I look again.
But alas, I see it happily nibbling at the plants in fain!

I get up and say hush
Go away,
It flutters its wings and sits on the next pot.
Now I am...