Leucistic Pigeon Friends

Birds of same feather,

always flock together—

we’ve all heard it,

and it’s very true.

I see it everywhere.

It helps with motivations,

and dims insecurity,

offers a sense of community.

So I spotted these birds,

perched on the traffic light—

four rock pigeons.

But they were devoid,

of the slate-grey plumage.

Victims of genetics—

they were leucistic.

No pigments,

on feathers or skin.

They had white feathers,

pink eyes and feet.

Tough to survive

Under harsh sun,

and often dismissed,

by their own species.

But they had found a clique—

A small group with same traits,

to hang out with,

to drown out pain,

and maybe feel less alone.

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