Poetry - A bird at its chocolate

When it comes to dabbling in poetry, I thought I should try writing more about life's ordinary things. I also thought I should try more with rhyme. So, here’s a poem, or maybe a silly little ditty rather, about a pigeon, which is possibly well on its way to what poets call doggerel, and my rhymes, not to mention my conclusion, might be questionable, but I had fun.

A Bird at its Chocolate

I passed a pigeon on the pavement

this morning as I walked

Nothing odd in its behaviour

but that it never balked

And kept on snatching furiously

at a purple wrapper

I paused, looked at it curiously

Wherein contained its rapture

And there it had three squares of melting chocolate

Good serving for a pigeon

For dairy milk it pecked on, desperate,

unswerving, so far gone

in ecstasy I might have squashed it

busy at its chocolate

And so all creatures madly risk their life

to glut on an uncommon delight.

ALP 2010