|Poetry & ProsePoetry & Prose OnlineArline G. Wright
I could be a pigeon; could you?
|I could be an eagle that flies very high;|
I could be a sparrow way up in the sky;
I could be an owl in the forest so deep;
I could be a hummingbird that doesn't get much sleep.
But no... I am a pigeon who sits on a ledge.
I watch the dog chase the cat behind the hedge.
Then I see a dove so white
It almost makes me lose my sight.
That I am God's child, wherever I'll be,
I only hope that others will see;
That no matter how awful things could be,
You could be a pigeon on the ledge with me.