At the window where I stood
A curious pigeon came to look
Maybe it was trying to be nice
Trying to convey some good advice
It looked at me intently,
I watched, bemused as it
Bent its head deep to the right
Its eyes on me all of the time
It bent its head deep to the left
Its eyes compelling me to learn, be adept
It strutted on the sill, always on the move
Making a point about things birds do
When it saw me stand, unmoving
It tut-tutted in its own pigeon way
Flapped its wings to keep them strong
Pecked at them to keep insects at bay
Then it fluttered around to see
And viewed me ever so carefully
To see if I had understood
Whether the lecture had done some good
I intuited what the bird wanted to say
A little exercise many times a day
Will keep weak joints and necks at bay
And life and limb from going astray
Shobna
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