Pigeons 2

That brown soul in the garden
That pigeon that we see
Can Sleep with one eye open
Very purposefully
Actually reaches REM sleep
One eye at a time
Good neural activity
It’s dreams maybe sublime

It’s bones are actually hollow
It’s anatomy
Really extra special
And works miraculously
Sitting heartbeat very slow
Flying very fast
It is an amazing creature
It’s powers leave me aghast

They mate for life
And rule the nest
Almost equally
Both create the crop milk
To feed their lil baby
Called squabs when born
Are basic
Featherless and blind
Covered in a yellow down
Like monsters that you find
The crop milk is spectacular
And in the shortest time
Of love and care and passion
When the babies climb

Out and fly, they are perfect
Their weight increases fast
Walking you may have noticed
Head movement too a blast
An optical illusion
Head thrusts forward too
Body then meets up with it
It’s how pigeons do

The hokey pokey ha ha