Poetry

Full Circle

Life’s a shit show!

The pigeons’ shenanigans on my balcony — Vidya ©

Yesterday, as usual, I headed to my balcony to sigh and scrape the pigeon poop off the floor. Well, inspired, I wrote this!

Morning dawns bright, clear
Strong coffee warms my tummy
Masked, armed, determined

Over the threshold
I step, spatula in hand
ready to scrape clean

Poop carpet from floor
Cussing under my breath now
Resigning myself

Done with one corner
I turn to the other end
To see two fresh eggs

My heart melts a bit
Though angry with the pigeons
Watch those shiny eggs

What a dilemma
I have to displace these now
So I pack them up

Careful not to touch
Carry them to a safe spot
Shade in the backyard

These eggs will hatch soon
Chirpy chicks slowly emerge
Grow, then fly away