Where will you go
Now, little pigeon, pearl white and black jet?
Will you perch on the petals
Of the moon
And peck at tufts of cloud and raindrops?
Will your wings be woven of the wind
And your eyes of starlight hewn?
Will you fly with pigeon angels
To a faraway flowered land
To feathered friends known
Well from feathered dreams?
Where will you go
Now, little one,
Now that the sun has set
And the new moon gleams
Bright through the mist
Over the tall pines?
Will you pass this way someday again
In a sunlit distant springtime?
Will you nod your head to say hello
And walk with happy feet
Among the snow and buttercups?
© Sharon St Joan, written around 1990
Photo: © Aqvamarin / Dreamstime.com
Yes, definitely!
I love this! We used to keep homing pigeons when I was young. I always loved ‘talking’ to them. And love that you wrote this sweet tribute to a creature many would consider a pest. All have such a great part in the integral scheme of Creation. Thank you!
Thank you, Bela. I’ve taken care of hundreds of rescued pigeons in my life. They are very sweet birds, always loyal and affectionate to their mates.
Yes, they are! So glad you are a fellow carer of creatures.