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The Pigeons and the Rescuer.
Trusting, ever gentle, with a heart so full of peace,
She gazed down at the people in their throngs so far beneath.
Gently down she glided to some crumbs someone had thrown
To fill her crop then take the food to her babies back at home.
He waited with his babies while their mother went in search
Of food to fill their tummies, the way that pigeons work.
He fed them what he could while they awaited her return,
But it really wasn't quite enough and still their hunger burned.
She gobbled up the crumbs she'd found, then saw the thrown pie crust
On the ledge her babies waited, and feed those chicks she must.
She saw the hands that grabbed her, but she saw them just too late,
Desperately she struggled but she just could not escape.
He placed a gentle loving wing across his babies backs
To keep them safe till Mother came, unknowing of attack.
He knew that food was hard to find so he kept the babies warm
Their eyes still closed, they snuggled in to fathers gentle form.
She could hear the harsh cruel laughter as her legs were wrapped in string
Then up it went around her back, then tightened round her wing.
Then they who laughed just threw her down, with a thud she hit the floor
The blackness came, and for a while, little mother knew no more.
She became aware of passing feet but no one seemed to care
About the tied up mother who struggled in despair.
She struggled, limped, and managed to crawl beneath a near by bin.
Her babies! her babies! feed them she must, desperation grew within.
The sun went down as darkness fell, and as it rose again he knew
His babies they were crying loud, he had a job to do.
He left his babies on the ledge and went in search of food,
While far below the mother called from her shelter, cold and crude.
He heard her cries flew to the sound and called back desperatley,
He found her, oh what could he do to help his wife be free?
On to a bench, to the top of the bin, back to the floor he flew
On the ledge their babies were hungry and cold, he still had a job to do.
Gobbling down all the food he could find he headed back up to the ledge
Then back down to the mother, his wife, he flew when they had been fed.
Unaware that eyes were watching, he gently fed his bound up bride,
Then back to the ledge, then back to the floor, his heart was torn inside.
The watchful eyes took all this in, they watched to where he flew,
In the distance the watcher heard babies cry, and knew what she must do.
Gently the mother was lifted with hands which harmed feather nor bone,
Gently the mother was carried back to the strangers home.
Quickly the string was removed from her legs, her wing and round her chest,
The rescuers hands worked quicky as they did what they did best.
Unharmed, just stunned, scared and hungry the mother was fed with good food,
Then the rescuer looked at the little bird, and said ''I have one more thing to do''.
Back to the building where high on the ledge the father sat nursing his young
The small mother was carried in the softest of hands to where the sad story begun.
Up the stairs inside of the building to her office right up at the top
She ran with the mother held safe in her arms, not once did the rescuer stop.
She opened her window where out on the ledge a young father kept his babies warm.
The mother was placed close to her true loves, the family had weathered the storm.
This was some years ago, but I have heard since that the birds still reside on that shelf
Rearing their babies in safety, under the watchful eyes of the woman herself.
She feeds them each day, and they thank her with trust, onto her hand they will hop
They never forgot when the world walked on by, this kindly young woman did stop.
They greet her with soft gentle coo's as she works by the window of love every day
A friendship that came from the cruelty of some, a friendship forever to stay.
Anne.M.Kenyon
Mon Dec 05, 2011 2:04 pm
You have real talent!!! 
