Baby Pigeons

I’ve never seen a baby pigeon

And I’d be impressed

If anyone could show me one,

All cozy in its nest.

 

Their homes are likely hidden

In locations out of sight,

Perhaps unreachable to all

Who cannot manage flight.

 

The same applies to squirrels.

When we see them, they’re full-grown

And scampering from tree to tree

Without a chaperon.

 

When visiting a farm or zoo

Or pet store we might see

A creature in its youngest days,

But it occurs to me…

 

That in the city, we do not

Have access, like we should,

To the fauna we’re familiar with

In youth or babyhood.