Blue Rock Pigeons

Dear reader, if perchance you happen upon here now, Move on, with a casual click to somewhere else - I have nothing to offer, other than a word, On a pair of dead pigeons.

Move on then, but with a briefest thought Of the beauty of life that linger even in death Of the parting of ways that you and I will, one day Remind yourself that this is how it all ends, Not with a bang, but with a whimper.

Pigeons that you fed Pigeons that cooed, cozy beneath your roof, Pigeons that rose with a flutter To the sky as blue as their wings.

That's all, my dear reader, move on, as I did - But before you do, step aside as I did Gently picking the memories up and laying them By the side of the road...