Nestled on the wall, the pigeon basks in the sun, Feathers shimmering, a sight that's second to none. The gentle breeze whispers through the trees, As the pigeon coos with such ease.
In the golden light, it finds its bliss, A moment of peace, in the sun kiss. Laughter and chatter fill the air, But for this pigeon, nothing can compare.
To the joy of a Sunday morning so bright, A perfect moment, a pure delight. So let's take a cue from this little bird, And savor the beauty that we've heard.
