"The Pigeon Migration"

"The Pigeon Migration"

khatoonhazara

There they sit, there they are, just, turnt; their bellies' empty.

They fly to my window, look in, their eyes shining with hunger, but soft all the while.

I arrive, slowly walking, as to not scare them away.

"Here I am, kind birds, please do not be afraid of me, I bear food!"

I wished to have bore shelter as well, but these are wanderer birds, free-spirited, I cannot constrict them here.

I pick up my rice bowl, look inside; half-empty.

I sigh, weary of .... what was it? 

Waste?

Things coming to an end?

Yes!

That was it!

I go over to get refills, opening the rice box.

Pouring the rice into my little bowl, I get up.

Going over to the window, the Pigeons sit, just, turnt to me.

I open the window and pour fistfuls of rice, outside, on the roof of our garden.

I watched them as they ate, happily and so full of wonder.

Once done, they flew away.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four....

Five........

............