Really stupid and long "poem-a-like" i wrote about pigeons >:T

I love pigeons. They are just enchanting.

People might think of them as pests or birds that ruin your day at work.

Well, I think of them as something understandable and empathetic creatures.

You probably think- ‘’Nyx they are just birds. They do nothing but eat and fly”

Well, I don’t think that way. Because I can relate to those birds.

I think we both are very similar in each way. I think of myself as a pigeon.

Pigeons are hard to approach and take time to trust you.

Just like I do. But it doesn’t take them just with single white bread.

You need to care for them as well.

If you give them healthy seeds and let them rest on your balcony or just stare at you in the kitchen

Cooking something you like.

They will love you. They will become much more approachable and they will get used to you.

Even if you don’t feed them for a month or forget to feed them.

They will still rest.

On the balcony.

Because they love you. And understand you.

You gave them a place to stay. And food to feed their children or just let them not starve.

They don’t forget about you.

And what is there relatable for me? I’m not a pigeon who gets the trust of humans by eating healthy seeds or some sort.

Replace “seeds” with “tenderness”

If you feed me with kindness and love and be patient with me.

I will become fragile for you.

Even if you reject me on other days. Even if you don’t give me love.

I will never forget the words and kindness you gave to me.

Because you made me feel loved.

You may kick the pigeon out of your balcony and stop feeding them seeds.

But they will still rest, very near you. They will still wait for you.

How foolish of them. Waiting for the person who just gave them affection and warmth.

Just to be kicked out again. To be treated differently like old times.

Pigeons are fools.

I’m a fool. Because I still waiting for that dear person. I hope for that person to

Return and make me feel loved again. I want to be fed with healthy tenderness again.

Maybe someday I will.

I’m a human that has pigeon features.

I’m a filthy pigeon that looks for sunflower shells. Because they once used to be healthy seeds.

I’m a white pigeon that is hidden in blossom trees and is in peace.

I’m a brown pigeon that is taking care of parasites from other pigeons' heads so it won’t bother them no more.

I’m a black pigeon that is bad at making nests but still tries to impress other pigeons.