Ode To a Pigeon!

Do you know you have a brain? Do you know the worlds insane? Fluff your feathers, peck the ground, While I think thoughts, that are so profound. Sixty million years or so, you’ve been strutting to and fro, Knowing nothing of you past, except where the last crumb was cast! I know so much about you, where you’re from, your type of poo! I'm like a God who knows your fate; you’re destined for my dinner plate. You so thoughtless on your way, I'm evolved and here to stay. I have history; I have sight- your tiny bowels are stuffed with white. I envy you your little brain, way to small to go insane! Like all the millions of your kind, You see nothing with your mind.