A Perfect Silhouette

The morning sun picks out
a perfect silhouette —
wing raised, tail fanned,
plump body, small head, sharp beak —
of a pigeon that struck the glass
of the window pane.



Stunned by its collision
with the window,
pigeon sits on the ground
dazed but otherwise unharmed.
Checking later — gone.

Ruffled Feathers

Usually immaculate pigeon,
breast feathers ruffled
like a scarf.

Starling and Pigeon

Starling and pigeon
fighting by the bird feeders.
Pigeon wins the bout.


At the feeders a sparrow and bluetit,
on the tree stump close by a robin sits,
low in the cherry tree a blackbird watches
and on the fence two pigeons wait,
queueing up for breakfast.


On the apex of my neighbour’s roof
a pigeon sits unmoving,
surveying the garden like a gargoyle.


A pigeon settles,
sitting on the sundial,

Breakfast Time

Breakfast time at the bird feeder;
five long-tailed tits drop crumbs
for a pigeon.


Pigeon feathers all over the lawn.
I wonder, did the kestrel return?


Two-seater pigeon branch;
lonely pigeon, just the one.
I wonder where his mate has gone?

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There is a branch on one of our silver birches where two pigeons often sit side by side (the same two?). Today only one of them appeared.

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