Happiness is…..

The feeling is like a wishing star,

The choice is never so far,

The pure feeling comes from the heart,

And it can easily break apart,

The feeling makes you confident,

And as the French say certemente ,

The voice will come when you’re under strain,

From the back of your brain.

Pigeon poem

Bird of grey flutter by,

Bird of grey fly through the sky,

Green and purple scarf ,

Your appearance will make nobody laugh,

In WW1 with a message tied to your leg you spread your wings abroad,

Now everyone thinks you’re a fraud.

Pigeon timeline

 

Pigeon photos clicked by me