The Pigeon. June 25, 2009; 9:25 p.m.

She comes fluttering
Every evening when I am lonely
We share few moments
In eagerness, anxiety and synchrony
She wants to quench her thirst
But she is scared that I may embrace her
So she goes left but I go right first

She looks at me innocently
I look at her intently
She comes close
And tells me she is thirsty
I care not to scare her
I want her to get her fill
She finds what she wants
While I stand still

We share a quiet moment
Where I feel she thanks me
Before she takes a leap of faith
And leaves me feeling lonely

I wish she stayed a little more
Shared her days events with me
May be I could find a little joy
And her secret of flying

I wish I was hers.