Stimulated by a recent poetic exercise I was given (Stroud is an interesting place), I composed this piece of free verse in honour of a bird most familiar to English soil and sky: the wood pigeon.
There was a final section I left out, a short monologue from the perspective of the wood pigeon itself:
"I like it here.
Grandfather says there are more of us than now than before.
But I don't really know - WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?? QUICK EVERYONE FLY OFF NOW"
This post reminded me of this unusual musical creation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ksh1XOPNi5s
Enjoy
They do tend to follow other birds around and let them do all the hard work on the bird feeders. Sitting underneath, they snap up the titbits.
"Greedy as hell but that's just as well,
as otherwise the belly would not swell.
Then what could we do..
you can't live off 'coo, coo, coo'"!
Someone should really put together an anthology...
Ask Jasun. Tell him it would fly off the shelves.
Nice
There was a final section I left out, a short monologue from the perspective of the wood pigeon itself:
"I like it here.
Grandfather says there are more of us than now than before.
But I don't really know - WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?? QUICK EVERYONE FLY OFF NOW"
This post reminded me of this unusual musical creation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ksh1XOPNi5s
Enjoy
They do tend to follow other birds around and let them do all the hard work on the bird feeders. Sitting underneath, they snap up the titbits.
"Greedy as hell but that's just as well,
as otherwise the belly would not swell.
Then what could we do..
you can't live off 'coo, coo, coo'"!
Someone should really put together an anthology...
Ask Jasun. Tell him it would fly off the shelves.
Nice