Pale Male's First Love
You were the first of his life long mates taken under his wing.
New York City's first and only airborne Queen and King.
Your tragic loss hit me hard as if you were one of my own.
My king and queen,
would never again be seen
perched together on their huge nested throne.
Never again would future hatchlings of yours ever be born.
Your untimely death was an event that I truly did mourn.
First Love was found dead on the ledge of The Metropolitan Art Museum.
Her ironic death was caused because she ate a poisoned pigeon.
It astounds me that this beautiful, magnificent bird of prey
would die in this most wasteful, preventable and ironic way.
She was New York City's most efficient and most natural way
of keeping the ever growing pigeon population at bay,
and yet someone who hated pigeons indirectly killed her on that day
because they poisoned First Love when they poisoned her prey.
You're very much missed but life does go on.
All of your hatchling chicks are now all fully grown.
They all have their own territories, all with mates of their own.
Rest in Peace First Love.
Your Dynasty Lives On.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2009
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