PIGEON

by KYLA

Flying through the crisp air,
Then landing gently on the ground.

Bobbing its head back and forth,
It dances to the rhythm of the car’s beeps.

Pecking the ground, then spreading
its wings to fly.

The pigeon is charmed by the bell
that rings from the church.

The pigeon glides above the cars
like Icarus, not too low and not too high.

The pigeon floats in the light breeze,
catching the clouds in it’s wings.

The pigeon glides to the ground
and pecks.

It finds a graceful grain
of rice upon the sidewalk.

The pigeon gulps the rice,
Its stomach expands.

Then BOOM! It explodes
into smoke and grey
feathers.

I sit on the bench nearby,
drinking my cup of Coca Cola;
Then suddenly, I explode into laughter.

Like the pigeon explodes when it eats the
rice.

As I can disappear in an instant, the
pigeon can disappear into smoke.