A Rhyming Coo-Plet
Every day and in every life, a pigeon passes by
We usually don't take heed of this Spitfire of the sky.
You'll find it's been out foraging or finding things for nests,
For parenting, I think you'll find that pigeons do it best.
Their bedding may be shabby, not lined with fleece or silk
But unlike most in the avian world, these birds produce rare milk.
The squabs grow up all big and strong, with no formal education
But if you ever see one 'lost', you will be mistaken.
Their homing skills are second to none, so salute them on their way
Through battlefields and across far seas, these birds have saved the day.
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