Two Pigeons

Two pigeons arrived in the barn one day

and we welcomed them with open arms.

For a few weeks, they stuck around

and it seemed as though

they had found new home.

We were thrilled,

claiming them as our own.

One afternoon we noticed

that there was only one pigeon

and it was limping.

Somehow, it had broken the back toe

of it’s right foot.

We put it in a cage

to protect it from our cats

and dogs

and to nurse it back to health.

A broken toe,

and a broken heart.

Day by day

this injured pigeon grew stronger

and began walking laps in the cage

and flapping its wings.

We let it out

but nothing happened

and the cats seemed all too interested.

So, back in the cage it went for one more day.

The next day, we let it out

set it safely on the branch of a tree

and when we went back out to check

something had happened.

It hadn’t started to fly,

it hadn’t even moved

but there was another pigeon

sitting right next to it.

The new pigeon

looked nothing like

the one that disappeared

the day our friend was injured,

this was an altogether new, different bird.

The new pigeon and the old pigeon

appear to have fallen

in love

and the new one

has been by the old one’s side

every step of the way,

every stride,

and on every flight

or attempted flight

during the recovery.

They’re still here,

and very much in love

and the happiness they bring

to each other and to the farm

makes it worth putting up with

all of the shit.

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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