Two Pigeons

Yours a divine right not to be disturbed,      
far beyond 1066  and Norman knights.      
Citizen,  not Subject  to aristocratic whim .      
The roof on which you greet the dawn.    
beyond my reach this cold November.       
Early morning waking mine for you to share.      
It is but little time since  we found your home,       
destroyed by careless man ,      
fed you every hour, watched your feathers grow          
see you flying high thanks in every wing,      
returning breakfast time, garden peas and corn      
sitting on my shoulders, pecking fingers that once        
held you.,fledgling life free as God intended      
while I,Subject to a golden crown,    
envy you.