A Guest

I was met with a stranger in the kitchen of my Parisian hostel last October.

A pigeon in the kitchen:

how absurd!

Like slipping on friction.

But I'll diverge...

I was completely startled, shocked.

My reverie was broken, blocked.

And at first,

I cursed.

It pivoted and hopped.

When I stopped,

 it flew,

and I cried out a "Hoo!"

But that creature, wheezy,

was not at all uneasy

when it learned that a human could speak Pigeon too.

Reviews

[Rosalind Gale]

He-he - I love this! I have enjoyed a lot tonight on the site, lots of light-hearted, well crafted pieces - and this is a joy. Thank you Bristol!

Rosa -x-