He in perpetual motion
She alarmed by ardour feigns indignation
turns her back on the seasonal itch
allegretto tail flick switch
He in a mud puddle cools his heels
She with some puzzlement conceals
an instinct bubbling to the brink
seeks displacement in a drink
He treads water anxiously
She concedes on her bended knee
drum roll for a precipitous pairing
pigeon passion is unerring
Mating with IGWRT’s prompt:Transforming with Nature’s Wonders with this quick-fire rhymer and popping into Poetry Pantry too.
Oh! Pigeon love 😀 this is so cute!!!
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Short & sweet unusual for me!
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Nature does evoke such wonderful thoughts as if we could read our own human thoughts on their actions…love the tale you have spun Laura!
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A bit of nature in the city Donna -Tried to see it through their eyes as well as the voyeur’s
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Smiles. I love this. The closing lines made me smile.
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Had no idea this would turn out like it has -but light hearted was the only way 😀
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Pigeons making out is a very loud business… especially early in the morning… love how you pulled it through,
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Thanks for seeing the observation Björn
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Perfect! Pigeon passion in poetry…thank you!! 🙂
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and thank you Hannah for the prompt which perfectly matched what I had started to compose
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Oh good!! I love it when that happens…you’re welcome! 🙂
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Very funny, much enjoyed. k.
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A smile is worth a lot though most of my poems do not!
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Ha. This is adorable. Loving pigeons. Who knew?
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& despite the apparent libertine tendencies a mated pair stick together for the duration!
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Love the he/she perspective and the way the title ties in to the pigeon topic….very clever 🙂
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Thank you for your sharp eyed comment 😀
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Enjoyed contemplating the idea of pigeon passion, as I had not given the subject much thought before. Smiles.
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True – not usually the topic of conversation 😉
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If they weren’t so passionate perhaps we’d a have few less to foul our environment. They could say the same about us too I expect! In fact we are indeed much the same.
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Call them rock doves & we feel differently but there is no other name for the mess of the human masses
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aww…sweet…
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❤
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You have my heart all a-flutter!
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sounds like Spring fever!
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Haha yes you ignited the Spring 🙂 Wonderful mood…
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it’s finally here – can feel the sap rising!
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allegretto tail flick switch – i could dance in that line forever – we overlook pigeons but they know the world don’t they!
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they know how to dance by the looks of things!
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Love the rhyme and flow in this Laura. Lovey dovey indeed!
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thank you for that comment ❤ was little worried it was too trite rather than just light hearted!
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