The Pigeon and the Mouse
Somewhere wood pigeons come to feed.
First one, then two, then three, then four
There really isn't room for more!
But Piggy Pigeon will not share.
He'll chase them all away from there-
Alone, he gobbles up his fill
Head bobbing, as he pecks, until
A little mouse, with beady eye
Is hiding in the bush nearby.
He scuttles forward, grabs a seed
And runs away, a daring deed.
The pigeon's wings shake in surprise
As if he can't believe his eyes
He pauses, waits, then bows his head
Eyes focussed on the food instead
Of witnessing the swift approach
Of tiny rodent – to encroach
On his domain, his morning feast
This time to stay a while, at least,
To nibble while the greedy bird
Continues, as if he's not heard
The mouse arrive – but soon he stops
And flaps his wings and the mouse hops
Away to hide, but only 'till
He hopes the pigeon's had his fill.
Determined not to go without
The mouse attacks, turning about
And, leaping at the bird so plump
Who, startled, sees the rodent jump
And flies away, leaving the seed.
But mouse has gone too far, indeed
He's overshot the table and
Fallen some way, only to land
Upon the path, in shock, but spry
He'll go back for another try!
So every day we see them both
Each of them hungry, and yet loath
To leave the seed for one another
Sharing, to save themselves the bother.
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