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R.I.Pigeon

Never Forget

By Emily Sara AndrewsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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A poem for you dear Pigeon

RIP Pigeon

Did you falter when you flew?

Were you staring at the sky?

Missing the glass death trap before you?

Or did you mean to die?

Did you consider a swan song when you last took flight?

Was it a beautiful dance?

Or a cruel and bloody fight?

Was it a kamikaze mission?

A suicide pact?

Did you intend to die all wings intact?

Did your pigeon friend convince you to end your life?

What happens now, to your poor, lonely pigeon wife?

Or was it her that made you do it?

“It won’t hurt a bit, we’ll go down together

Oh how we’ll fly, just like birds of a feather!

The bird heaven is better than this living hell”

She said

But little did you know she wanted you dead

So she could continue her life with her bit on the side

It was Steve that fucking Magpie

As he stole your silver

She sold her soul

Little does she know he’s a real arsehole

Without a care for other people’s stuff

Getting every bird he sees right up the duff

He has the monopoly in the winged world

While you just lie there. Gross. Several people passed disgusted having hurled.

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About the Creator

Emily Sara Andrews

Performer, Artist, Arts Facilitator, part-time poet and occasional spinner of yarns, not necessarily in that order.

Living and working in Stoke-on-Trent she takes inspiration from the wild, the weird and the ordinary.

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