As a pigeon thinks

a free verse poem on a frustrated pigeon’s search for….

Photo by kalpesh patel on Unsplash

i search for a seat,
to comfortably sit,
and fearlessly shit!

alas, no one’s on the road,
business slowed,
i saw a lonely toad,
and i happily cooed.

the search became frantic,
my frustration, organic,
then i saw this new car,
and used homing radar,
I’ve now left a leak,
a smile perched on my beak!

Thanks a lot, Mary, for all the help with editing and refining the poem :)