i am porous

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.