Pigeons and Falcon

Pigeons And Falcon Thousands of pigeons flock to the Vatican They are not there for Sunday Mass and prayer But to perform aerial acrobatics And to produce droppings from up there Feathers follow them in the air on hot dry currents Unpleasant summertime aromas fill St. Peter’s square People speaking a multitude of languages stare in amazement Follow the waves and movements of the birds in flight And think of pigeons as nasty filthy creatures (in their respective dialects of course) They seek God in all His perfections and dwell on nature as they reflect But that is not manna falling from the heavens on arms and hair Bird droppings fall everywhere Enter, the noble falcon on the scene Hungry and hunting for something delicious to eat Like an angel or saint swooping down on a golden band of light Pigeons act purely on reflex as they take flight Without lofty thoughts or motives Their brains are oh so tiny and miniscule Not wired like that Falcon will educate them anyway Enforce the rules of God and nature 2 Our Father’s, 3 Hail Mary’s and a good act of contrition Are not required as penance for their sins They are expelled from this paradise for dropping in Pigeons simply don’t understand religion