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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Pigeon's Tale (This is a true story)
[time] => 2006-05-26 05:43:26
[hometext] => This is a liitle weird but it is a true story about nature and life and death.
[bodytext] => Every morning at seven I left for the office for the day And would arrive at the garage twenty minutes later I always parked on the second story of the lot Because the trip to the stair case there was a short way. Anyway when my car was parked in my daily station I often listened to the radio or a cd for a few minutes Before I would gather myself and head to my cubicle Those last moments prepared me for my expectations. Near by my car was a lot where pigeons gathered daily I got to know a particular family of these birds rather well Each morning a group of three doves gathered in the lot One homer was highly pregnant and couldn’t fly orderly. It seemed that the lot was a perfect spot for breeding High above were protective beams as thought they seemed Those birds took them as if they belonged to them alone The corners seemed warm for a home and feeding. Up went the parent as the squabs harnessed for the moment Every day these birds gathered debris from the ground And restored the den hoping to keep the mother warm It seemed to be an arduous and difficult assignment. Sadly one day I arrived at the job to see the cause absent I wondered what had happened to the little cradle above Those pouters toiled so digilantly to prepare the abbess For a moment in there lives that seemed not persistent. I saw my answer in a somber way for my human eyes An egg lay broken in half not far from my automobile Straw and grass were scattered all around the rubbish It was ever tragic to see this tale end in a ruthless style. As time went on, I saw the remaining two birds fly around But one day, I saw a pigeon squashed along the roadside I cried for a moment feeling pity for this helpless victim A car in the stretch obviously ran it down making no sound. First, there were three birds, and now there was only one Soon maybe none, how somber that would be for that family One morning, I glanced at the lone survivor staring at death He looked lost and afraid in the world standing there alone. When I got out of the car he flew away in fear of me But when I left the office that night I saw the end The last of the three turbid lay bleeding on the path way home I bellowed a moment and said now those doves are really free. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 299 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Countrytennis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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