I am a dove.

I am noble, I feel love.

I bring a message of peace.

I’m calm, chic even.

On special days, I and my fellow doves burst into the sky like a bright cloud.

Or am I a pigeon?

I’m grey and a bit daft, I coo.

I’m an urban hawk’s dinner, all that’s left is a pile of feathers on a rock.

But I don’t mind the thread that’s tightly wound around my foot, I just limp on.

I know not to fly into windows, they’re just reflections of the sky.

I build my nest on an illuminated shop sign, tucked inside the letter A.

When a dog approaches, we take to the skies, sharp and fast, together. We’re less worried about the kids.

HOPE