A Pigeon in our balcony

Pigeon builds her nest..lays an egg...spotless white...hatches it..a nice thing to watch

Two pigeons in my balcony
Flying in and out
Carrying twigs and grass in their mouth
Making haste ..in urgent mood;
I watched, curiosity roused,
And saw a nest, built neat and fair
By the shoe rack
A bed spread with twigs and care
For mother to lay eggs.

I saw an egg spotless white
The mother flew in and sat on it ..
A picture of patience ..to her
Hatching is the only matter.

What a beauty..she labours so hard
She knows nothing but gives her all
To bring a life into this world.

I peeped out ..the sun shines bright
The trees swing in gentle wind
the father pigeon hops here and there
Near the mother
Who sits on her egg and perseveres.