Baby Pigeons

I’ve never seen a baby pigeon And I’d be impressed If anyone could show me one, All cozy in its nest. Their homes are likely hidden In locations out of sight, Perhaps unreachable to all Who cannot manage flight. The same applies to squirrels. When we see them, they’re full-grown And scampering from tree to tree Without a chaperon. When visiting a farm or zoo Or pet store we might see A creature in its youngest days, But it occurs to me… That in the city, we do not Have access, like we should, To the fauna we’re familiar with In youth or babyhood.