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.
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