Poem(s)

Pigeons

Under the bridge
There is a place
Where birds are roosting
And don't seem out of space

Though they have wings to fly
And can go anywhere,
They could live in trees
But they just stay there

When I drive by
With my family along
They don't seem very shy
But they stay in their homes

For some reason
And it's very strange
I don't seen them anywhere
else in that range

And I would know I suppose
If they flew around
Though they could
With other birds, themselves surround

I really don't know
Where I thought this poem was going
And I have things to do
So I should get
my homework flowing

Oh well, I suppose
That this poem is gone
I hope you enjoyed it
And that it's not too long

Have you ever noticed that you never seem to find pigeons anywhere except in that one spot? You people know what I'm talking about. For me it's under a bridge