PIGS OF THE SKY
By Janice Johnson
A little poem in honour of my late Dad who raced pigeons as a child, with his dad, and then bred medal winning show pigeons when I was a child. I have to admit I was scared of all birds flapping around back then and still am to a certain extent, but I have grown to appreciate and enjoy the antics of all that visit the feeding area on our balcony. I particularly love it when we have tits, robins, wrens, and blackbirds, wandering around picking up the bits the pigeons chuck everywhere; they are so clumsy. What is also great is when the jackdaws, pigeons, magpies, and one very large crow, all manage to feed together and get their share.
Watch this space for my forthcoming Tales of the Wild Garden, where you will be able to read the antics of Stanley and Maude Squirrel, Petunia Pigeon, Doc Wiseman, and Mrs Human, amongst many others.
Some people see me as a pest
I’m not a pretty, singing bird
My beak is small, my belly big
But I am, as always, unperturbed
I don’t care what others think of me
My life is fun with lots of rumpy
My wobbling gait gets me food and girls
Although I admit the jackdaws make me jumpy
I travel miles just to come back home
‘Cos I never get lost, you know
And sometimes I even get a medal
When I’m on a platform in a show
So, don’t decry the pigs of the sky
We’re flesh and blood, just like you
Enjoy our antics as we bumble around
And what’s not to like, when we coo
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Well done my friend love your posts 😘
Thanks, Glen. I’m glad you enjoy my writing.