In a backyard bright and gray,  
Feathered friends began to play.  
Thomas strummed his banjo fine,  
Pigeon tunes, a sweet design.  
Mic in hat, a cowboy bold,  
Sang of dreams and tales retold.  

Doves danced to every beat,  
Seeds scattered, they tapped their feet.  
Mic flapped wings with every note,  
Trying hard to stay afloat.  
Cats nearby, with eyes aglow,  
Dreamed of fame in this show.  

Together, they made quite the scene,  
A feathered fest, a joyful dream.  
Pigeons jamming, hearts so light,  
In the backyard, pure delight!  
With each strum and cooing cheer,  
Music rang, the world drew near.  

Poem/Lyrics By: Karri Levens