Brown Pigeon

A single brown pigeon
Amidst a field of grey
Makes me sit and wonder

Do the others see him as different
Do they exclude and ridicule him
Is he seperate even as the others crowd around

Or is he blindly accepted
No one ever noticing the difference
Blind to the hatred of men

I watch in silence a while
Pondering long after he flies away
I wonder for I am a brown pigeon