Sing Pigeons Sing
Sing pigeons sing as the sun starts to rise,
perching on poplars so close to the skies,
watching the world wake with amber-rimmed eyes,
sing pigeons sing your sweet tune …
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo …
Oo.
Sing pigeons sing as the sun courses high,
rounding an old oak with limbs swept awry,
sailing on silver wings shimmering by,
sing pigeons sing your sweet tune …
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo …
Oo.
Sing pigeons sing as the sun sets to night,
roosting in chestnut trees warm in rose light,
snuggling for bedtime in robes grey and white,
sing pigeons sing your sweet tune …
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo …
Oo.
perching on poplars so close to the skies,
watching the world wake with amber-rimmed eyes,
sing pigeons sing your sweet tune …
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo …
Oo.
Sing pigeons sing as the sun courses high,
rounding an old oak with limbs swept awry,
sailing on silver wings shimmering by,
sing pigeons sing your sweet tune …
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo …
Oo.
Sing pigeons sing as the sun sets to night,
roosting in chestnut trees warm in rose light,
snuggling for bedtime in robes grey and white,
sing pigeons sing your sweet tune …
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo oo-
Ooo ooo oo-ooo …
Oo.
This poem is copyright (©) Felicity Teague 2024
About the Writer
Felicity Teague
Felicity Teague (Fliss for short) lives in Cheltenham, not far from Pittville Park and its wonderful wildlife. She has lived with autoimmune arthritis for over thirty years, yet she is able to work in publishing and enjoys writing poems during her playtime. Her poetry has appeared in a number of journals and she has published a first collection, From Pittville to Paradise. She also enjoys art, birdwatching, films, music, and photography, and she loves guinea pigs!
