Martin and The Pigeons

I sit on this bench with bread in my hand,
You inquire of me as kids often do,
Feeding the pigeons, you don't understand.
Tell me a story you always demand.

The stories a plenty, we all do share;
Parents do call, then you hurry off too,
Knights on white horses and maidens of fair.
Like pigeons taking flight, into the air.

I share my story, with the pigeons here.
Passing along my legacy to you.
All cooing with pleasure, as they sit near.
For this knight's tale is ending I fear.

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. I had writer's block from trying so hard to alter my natural couplet rhyming scheme. A friend of mine pogosquirt had made up an alternate persona for me based on my name. I challenged her to write a story for me based on this character she had created. She told the story in scroll, I wrote the poem to go along. Thank you Natalie for the inspiration. Thank you Rebecca for the challenge.

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