The Happiness to be a Pigeon
In the height
and solitude of the mountains,
in the cold and hard wind,
the Eagle
with his eyes
looking on the valleys and rivers
for a new prey,
saw birds flying
and children to play
and a lot of joy…
In his prayers,
as a single Eagle
he asked the God
to make him a Pigeon too…
and the prayer was granted
He came down
from the frozen mountain
in the valley
among the birds.
He found a Pigeon girl
and with she
had many children
that played
every day
under the blue sky…
One day,
an Eagle
came down from the cold mountain
and hunted him…
In his prayer
with his last breaths,
he thanked the God
for giving him the HAPPINESS
to be… as much as it was meant to be…
a Pigeon…
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