From the Wild

A wild pigeon everyday
landing down on the rooftop
of my house tin roof
sometimes accompanied by another
walking and pecking
where I was sitting,reading,writing
or relaxing on a mattress .
Other pigeons also came 
but not returned,
only he was a regular visitor. 
My wife usually flaps
rice from the mill there
and put some broken rice grains
on a sand pan for him.
As the days passed by
he did not fly away
whenever I woke up to exercise
and walked in a circle around him.
Rather he came closer 
and closer to me.
I felt closer relationship between us
developed in course of time.

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