I am porous
I am porous
There are holes in my floor where animals
climb in
Climb in and scratch about looking for food
I try to fill up the holes with my
belongings
But strange things are getting in
A homing pigeon speckled green with
frightened eyes
Her harness coming off her wing
Inside are notes between people I don’t
know
Hungry, I pore over them
The other animals want to take from me
But this pigeon wants my help
Her mission is honourable
In service to lovers
If I help her she can carry on.
