Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

The Pigeon and the Piano

I saw him from my window, listening to the music from my piano.

Photo by Lenstravelier on Unsplash

My music caught the pigeon’s eye.
From one note—a strike—
the birds appear along the bend,
and only one has stayed for me.

I saw him gently rest upon
the ledge outside my window.
I turned away, from the piano,
to look for company.

He felt my gaze—a pause—
and fluttered off
before my hand—the trembles—
could reach to the next key.

My piano plays
for the pigeon’s song—
though I’ll wait for long,
still, now steady.



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A.X. Bates

A.X. Bates

Words can make a difference. Theatre student writing poems about life, society, and coffee. @axybates on Instagram and Twitter.