Flight of a Pigeon

Gutgoo, Gutgoo, Gutgoo

We go

my friends

And

I

As a huge

Hand

Reaches out

Throws me

Into the air

The wind

Rushing

In my face

As I circle

The heavens

I see

The creatures

Who look

After me

Passing shiny

Yellow

Things

Making terrible

Noises

As I

Float into

The deep blue

Space

Then I turn

Around

For I know

My home

A joyous cry

As I

Flutter

Into my

Small

Hole

Of a home.