I am a Pigeon

In the class of pigeon

A minor collective

With minimal use        –          Other than to peck away at meager supplements

In a society of larger flocks

My low cooing

Dwarfed by loud cries

From brilliant relative cousins

Strutting their stuff on the higher branches

Flaunting their plumage

Sometimes I wish i was a bird of paradise

But life dealt me the shorter straw

Probable cause?

Evolutionary natural selection or mutation

From war torn era’s

The larger beautiful pigeons

Destroyed within fear

Or for want of control

By other extravagantly adorned birds

My pigeon existance

Due to survivors

Who traveled distances across the earths circumference

Small

Determined

With the prowess

Of intellect

And

IMAGINATION

Disintegration of present memory

Alert the senses

Reliance on familiar idiosyncrasies

Required

Colours interacting

Creating a faded rainbow

For instinctive communicative

Words

That flow across the page

Passwords stolen

For the afterlife

Commemorative jewels

Collected

They are used to enter

The hypnotic state

Placed strategically

Cosmic translation begins

For the union of unorthodox

Opposite creatures

The subconscious traveler

Oscillating

In the emptiness

Bringing forth

Thy orb

Recurrent uniform

Vibrations

Are what I seek

To reach your planetary realm

So my past memories

Can be restored.