The plight of the pigeon-
Determined and eager he persists.
Pursuing nonchalant pigeonitas–
Tail fanned down,
Chest puffed out.
He tracks her every move
From afar, now behind.
Head bobbing along,
As a metronome fixated on some
Fowl copulation song.
Faster, slower,
Oh to the left now,
Around the plaza they go.
She couldn’t give two hoots,
Let alone a single coo
While he warbles and gurgles an
Apparent seductive woo-
I don’t blame her one bit
For this pesky male to want to eschew.
But, he will not abandon his pursuit,
Head bobbing intently
In the pigeon-mating zone.
Until, up in the air surprise crumbs
From a charitable stranger are thrown.
Haha…entertaining. And then the allure of food changes everything!