Pigeons

Pigeons

Small grey birds

Treated as pests

Overabundant

But when observed closely

Brilliant with hidden colours

Sweet singing voices crooning

Rats with wings and

Flamboyant personalities

Utterly unaware that they are scoffed at

Cursed

Completely unappreciated

The pigeon struts and coos anyway

He doesn’t care that you think he is winged trash

His feathers are dazzling iridescent and he feels fabulous

You too, human,

are a pigeon

Plentiful

Irritating

Plain

But on closer inspection

Full of vibrant potential

Powerful voices

Flashing your colours to the world

Puffed and perfect like the self-assured pigeon

The glorious pigeon

Tells us that life is too short to be silent

When you can wear rainbows in grey feathers

And be noisy beautiful trash

And like the mighty pigeon

You too are capable

Of pooping from on high

Upon those who displease you

Admittedly with effort