“pigeon grey light”

Written for:  The Twiglets #304 - pigeon grey light

city pigeons
under gray light
flutter their wings
feeling invisible.

I cannot even watch
clay, grey fake
pigeons being shot
at for target practice.

deeply grey light
skin is damp as dew in June
as fog rolls in

          He was no ordinary pigeon
      that flutters and pecks with precision.
              He was a stoolie–
            a snitch that cruelly
    ratted out pals, and saw them imprisoned.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to “pigeon grey light”

  1. Paula Light says:

    I love these soft lines and how the story flips at the end!


  2. Misky says:

    I’m swaying away from the usual; love the first one.

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  3. Jules says:

    The first trio – silver linings in verse! And the limerick… just so fun!


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