A pigeon’s religion
consists of a smidgen
of kitchen provisions
it picks off the floor.
It stakes its decision
on pious ambition
to take what it’s given
and poke it some more.
With celestial vision
it pecks with precision –
a timeless tradition
in avian lore.
When faced with derision
it states its position:
this heavenly bread’s
what my mission is for.
Joshua Seigal
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