I threw pennies out to the pigeons, <br />This morning. <br />They did not know what to do! <br />Had I flew the 'coop' with scorning? <br /> <br />I had always come to toss <br />To them popcorn or chips... <br />Something they ate I would leave them with! <br />They usually would peck and be on their way. <br />But this morning they sat as if to say: <br />'There's not a thing we can do with these! <br />Of that all of us pigeons have come to agree! <br />We expected at least a twig or stick thrown <br />A chicken bone or something sniffed and left alone! <br />Something to huddle around over... <br />To peck and pick! <br />Is this some kind of joke? <br />We protest this different shit! <br />Hey? Are you listening? <br />Do we have to fight over this? ' <br /> <br />And as I began to leave this scene behind... <br />I pulled from my pocket a new minted dime. <br />I threw it and watched them trying to lift it together. <br />Believing the sparkling would bring them a peace, <br />They would find even better! <br />Bringing them with curiousity, <br />And touching each others' feathers! <br /> <br />It worked!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-peace-they-d-find/
