Minding my own business, pottering around.
I did not expect to be frightened, it was just so unexpected.
A fully grown pigeon in the mouth of one of my cats.
I screamed the house down.
The cat wasn’t expecting to see me in the conservatory.
And the pigeon wasn’t expecting to be inside,
its talons making a stiletto heel noise on the laminate.
The local bird sanctuary were not expecting a phone call
from a worried husband ‘We don’t take in pigeons’
What was most unexpected, was being rescued by my daughter.
Now grown up but as a child had woken up her Grandad –
(Who lives just around the corner) because of a bi spider.
She braved picking up the stunned pigeon and released it into the wild.
Samantha Henthorn 2017.
(Please note, no birds were harmed during this poem, I’m not really sure how it got in through the back door, but T.C. was nearby licking her whiskers. We didn’t get to the bird sanctuary stage – we think it was just stunned, and after sitting on the flags for half an hour, it flew away. It is true that my daughter picked it up and put it outside – could not believe it! This happened about six months ago.)