Pigeons Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

Out of my computer room window I occasionally watch the
pigeons flying around the local trees that are around my place. I
have noticed when they fly around in circles that pigeons don’t
have a leader as such.
Yet they do do disciplined flying and they like it very much.

I marvelled at their flying so I stopped working on my computer
and stepped outside. It came to my attention as the pigeons flew
around my head in circles the sound that came from their wings,
a loud swishing sound.
This sound probably is a signal for flying around.

Hence there is no need for a “leader” I reckon
that’s real neat and cool. Imagine no need for a boss or a Prime
Minister or a President. All the flock of birds know what has to
be done while the swishing sound is on; fly
around and around in circles all together in the sky.

Another thing I’ve noticed when pigeons are finished with their
flying around the male and female pigeons goes into little nooks
and crannies. With much flapping of their wings commence a
dance whereby the male pigeon try to mate.
The female does the same dance? Crazy at any rate.

I suppose with such flapping of wings there are arguments going
on with much dancing and much cooeeing after a while she
probably gives in (pretty cool eh) ? After all that I went back to
my computer started writing once more.
Out of my computer room window what’s next in store?

That’s when I saw it, a pigeon with power flying flew to the
highest summit of the gum tree then spread eagled its wings and
just glided in the breeze making a huge arc virtually coasting on
the wing flying in a lazy circle to the ground.
He was by himself nobody else was around.

A few minutes late another pigeon did the same thing zooming
up to the highest summit of the gum tree and again coasting on
the wing gliding and landing on power lines.
This must be so much fun for pigeons going for a ride
on their wings and there is no need to hide. ©