BILL
We took you in, Bill, with your one eye,
To keep you safe from predators,
A companion for Ben with his damaged wing
In his solitary aviary.
And after some bullying he accepted you,
Enjoyed your company.
But soon you fell ill and quickly died
Despite the injections and oxygen tent.
And we miss your gentle presence, your
sweet ways.
May you rest in peace, dear pigeon,
In your quiet corner of our garden.
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