FEEDING THE PIGEONS
There’s a large flock of pigeons that come to stay,
That’s because we feed them nearly every single day,
They wait along the phone lines looking all around
Hoping that a new supply of seed will soon be found.
When the food is out and ready it is a great sight to see,
All the many birds squashed together eating so busily,
Standing atop of each other none of them seem to mind,
A happier bunch of birds would be very hard to find.
A scrimmage in a rugby game or American football too,
Has nothing to compare with what those pigeons do,
Come to our front garden and look at all the snow,
Come and be entertained by the pigeons that come and go.
It’s worth a bag of seed every week to see this sight,
But we are getting dirty looks for they are in a plight,
We ran out of seed yesterday and scraps of bread is all
That is on their diningroom table but not all come to call.
Then they see the stray cat coming looking for food,
They all swoop down knowing that it will be good,
Better than going hungry but wanting wholesome seed,
Tomorrow we go shopping and will meet their every need.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 January 2006