Short Homing Pigeon Poems

Sorry to leave, but
Glad to be back
Travel gene's something
My DNA lacks...

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Which is it, a pigeon or dove?
We hate one; the other, we love.
Your clean car, that blob?
'Twas likely a squab,
opined likewise of you, thereof.

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H/T to Gershon Wolf's Justice for All...

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As a child
I liked how its life
fitted so well within
my clasped hands,
the feel
of its smooth head,
the silky
one way fall
of feathers down
to a turquoise collar,
its tight form
loaded like
a coiled spring
beneath all that softness,
gathered ready to launch
and lift with wings,
letting it go
and most of all,
its coming back....

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     I’ve traveled the world by air and by sea
        Seen what many aren’t privileged to see

    From heinous acts of terror to country-wide starvation
        From the richest of rich to the poorest of nations

    Seen the beauty of a shoreline warmed by a red sun
        A homing pigeon fly thousands of miles on his annual ‘home run’ 

    Yet of all the sights I’ve seen, at the top stands just one
        ~ The candles in the chapel lit, evening service begun
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