You were more colourful than my usual pigeon visitor.
At first I thought-magpie rump?
but with your oil- slicked throat and chest
and your plummage of black, white and brown contending
I reached for my Canon Powershot and google icon.
You turn out to be a feral pigeon-descendant of rock dove
once native of rock cliff and mountain only
domesticated by monk and liege alike for your fine meat
cliff face becoming dove cote,
but your tireless, fearless compulsion to reach home
even through war zones, trenches, and no man's land
carrying missives of great import, made you
a name for yourself, making history, making peace.
Today you straddle city street and just occasionally,
if lost or tired, suburban garden.
Copyright Cathy Leonard 2024
For an interesting video clip on feral pigeon gallantry during the two world wars follow the link below.
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