Sometimes, Pigeon
Sometimes I look at pigeons
With their blank and empty eyes
Their dark and mottled feathers
Their sweet and mournful cries
Sometimes I look at pigeons
and I think of all they've lost.
They once were all our friends, you know.
They used to be our pets.
They were our dearest messengers
something that we forget.
They are silly little birds,
yet we call them "rats with wings".
We wronged them, we shunned them.
We tossed them out like things.
Sometimes I wish to hold one.
To bring them to my home.
Sometimes I wish to kiss them
atop their little domes.
"I've not forgotten," I'd tell them then.
"You sweet, abandoned things."
"I love your darling little waddles.
I love your blank and empty eyes.
I love your dark and mottled feathers
and sweet and mournful cries."
Sometimes I look at pigeons
The sweet, abandoned things.
I hope they know that someone loves them
and listens to them sing.
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Felt like drawing Aaron's Arcardia version again (him but a dragon, basically)- tossed Zac in there as well
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they sure make me want to unsubscribe sometimes
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Drew the lesbians again! This time I tried to replicate Tove Jansson's style! (u can decide if I did a gud job or not vcfgdv)
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