Pigeon on the road

       
It was Mothers-Day        
the pigeon on the road        
had left its home too soon;        
they brought it to our party        
water, corn,  bread and love        
was the day's concern.        
It could not fly, in shock,        
first ignored the food then        
as  day dragged by        
corn and bread consumed.        
Flapping wings, faith confirmed        
stretching  perch to perch        
last night it struggled to a tree,        
today cooing on an aerial        
wished it would stay        
yet we had reward enough        
It was Mothers-Day.        
Watched it stretch its wings,        
beating time to the village clock        
Children sad to see it go.