The Shy Lonely Pigeon

The shy, lonely pigeon lives outside my apartment
He is old and his feathers are mostly white
I imagine he has pink feet,
That get cold as he scrapes them along the pavement outside my apartment

He walks in circles
Always turning away from whatever faces him
He eats when nobody sees him and sleeps where no one looks
And when he sees an empty patch of sky
He gets up and flies looking at where the people are
Wish he could be with them, but being too afraid

When I wave at him through my window he runs away
Shy and Lonely, is the Pigeon
He will never make friends
But will always miss them