A friend named Dollar - Pigeon-Talk

leeswhitebirds · #1 7th November 2006, 05:16 PM

A friend named Dollar

I had a young bird named Dollar
he wernt much to look at
white with eyes of black
and one red feather on his back
he sat the high perch in the sun next to the trap
where he ruled in the loft with a quick hard wing slap .

He was bred from old jet stream
and cricket the hen
one egg in that nest
in early January back then
i taught him to home
on his wing and my prayer
no matter how far out
when i got home he was there

He knew he was special
and showed it in kind
for when i came in the loft
he danced for me in real time
back and forth he drug his tail
pirouette left and pirouette right
he danced for me
morning noon and night

Now Dollar loved to fly
and often set his wing to the sky
from all points on the map
the first home
and always last to trap

On a clear blue sky
early one October
dollar flew a wedding
he had done it over and over

He knew his way home
just 8 miles out
he would be ok
I had no doubt

When the sun set
we were washed in night
Old dollar didn’t show
No where in sight

The loft seemed a little different
From that day on
No one to dance for me
now that dollar was gone

I traveled the high road
To the big bend in the river
There sat a white bird on the high wire
All fluffed up to stop a shiver

I knew it was dollar
I saw that day
No time to stop
I had to get on my way

Another day on the high road
I stopped by the wire
Jumped out of my truck
And threw some corn on the road
by my tire

I hollered at old dollar
As I done in the past
He swooped off the high wire
And landed at last

He pecked at the corn
And looked me straight in the eye
Gave a little shuffle
Then began to fly

He never came back
Whenever I was there
Tho I see him sometimes
On the high wire or in the air

Yeah dollar was different
And he knew it in kind
But I never really owned him
He was just a friend of mine