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Feeding The Pigeons
by
George Wentz

 

A small boy, I stopped to watch
the old man sitting on a bench
feeding the pigeons
at the Lincoln Park Zoo.

His nose no longer to the grindstone
nor his shoulder to the wheel,
he sat alone, his days empty.
Still he found a reason for being --

The plump grey birds
were grandmotherly
as they arrived in a flutter
and cautiously strutted around.

They waited for the old guy
to reach in his paper bag,
bring out a couple of peanuts
and toss them on the ground.

The world of importance
spun around them
and no one cared about
the old man and his pigeons.

Yesterday at the Lincoln Park Zoo
the pigeons were waiting, and
there was a small boy watching
as I tossed peanuts from my paper bag.

--Submitted by George Wentz on 2011-08-30.
Post New Comment:
MLove:
I love this poem. Great word pictures - "grandmotherly" pigeons. And what a perfect ending. Thanks!
Posted 08/31/2011 10:25 PM


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