The Looping Pigeon

Subject: The Looping Pigeon Sun Dec 13, 2015 7:28 am

A little bird takes credit
For one particular night
His family all made fun of him
For his peculiar flight
With one wing short
And one too long
He looped and curved mid-air
And moreso when excited
No straight trips anywhere.
And that Night something special
A stable perch for all
Behind the Inn
With lodging thin
For travelers come to call.
The call had been a census
To count the simple folk
A weary inconvenience
Beneath a Roman yoke.
And in this barn a couple
The woman large with child
Their only chance at nursery
The Mother sweet and mild.
And pigeons strained to witness
A wondrous birthing sight
Celestial music beckoned
This clear and chilly night.
The shuffling on the rafter
Each bird pressed to his friend
Until the looping pigeon
Was pushed right off the end!
The launch so very shocking
Then out the window too
And flapping, arching, curving
Was all that he could do.
Beyond the Inn, across the square
And down through lane-ways tight
The misdirected pigeon
Was sure a curious sight.
And sight even to shepherds
Down from the hills to see
A babe of royal promise
To set their people free.
Some angels had directed
Some stall in Bethlehem
The place of His arrival
And so dispatched the men.
And here they were
The Town for sure
But where the Hope of men?
The wee bird held the answer
As he regained his poise
And made his straightest homeward flight
To happy manger noise
The sheep would bleat contentment
The cattle mooing peace
The pigeon gained his rafter perch
The World, a soul’s release.