The pigeon flies with a straw,
Not knowing where to go.
It ducks beneath tall trees,
With hope,it overcomes freeze.
Resting sometimes on a ledge,
Sleeping sometimes in a hedge.
Lost sometimes in a thought,
Crying sometimes in the froth.
Wires clip the wings of pigeon,
Hot metals burn its wings.
Yet the straw never leaves,
For the beak and straw are friends.
When the pigeon reaches home,
His child is but laughing free.
Daddy has come home with straw,
A shelter from harsh rain falling free.

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