If I Let Go

Cheeky pigeon, never caught teased us kids without a thought with sassiness beyond a match older brothers failed to catch, the brazen bird. There he perched upon the roof looking down remained aloof, at this time all determined to capture him for disturbing outdoor playtime. How dare he think he was smarter than I that feathered ave whom was a spy up the wall I climbed real high, quietly sat nearby for minutes…hours… it looked at me, I looked at it then we turned a way a bit though the time did extend, myself so patient too befriend. Closer it came to me; nearness in proximity quickly grabbed feathery empowered by the win. Made some noises; cooing sounds, this living thing was quite profound though in my hands, that were little-the silly thing made me giggle. Gently stroked him, spoke some words whilst in the sky were flying birds. Suddenly I came to see the bird I caught was also free If I let go…