As I sat on the bench in my backyard, Pebbles the white pigeon, so graceful and charred. She descended from the sky up above, Landed softly on my hand with love.
With a gentle coo, she looked at me, Curiosity sparked, so sweet and free. Picking up seeds with her tiny beak, Savoring each one, so dainty and meek.
In my backyard, a connection so grand, With a feathered friend, hand in hand. As we share this moment, so divine, In harmony, our souls entwine.
So grateful for this friendship so rare, With Pebbles, the pigeon, in the air.
