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The Pigeon’s Warning

Johnch·February 23, 2025

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The Pigeon’s Warning

written by: Johnch

Behind door three I found door four
Not erect to a wall more on the floor
Three impressively strong steel hinge
The type to make a burglar cringe
Locked of course at least three times
It lay hidden in fifty years of grime
on old linoleum now ripped up.
A contemplation as I sipped my cup
I can hear the pigeon calling black hole
I thought it was of night black as coal
Casting amusing thoughts aside
Attacked the locks easy in my stride
At half past four all locks strewn
Pulling the handle the hinges croon
A soft dirge a protest of their turning
It was then I knew why the pigeon’s warning.

NOTE:

Based on the Prompt – Write about a hidden door that changes everything

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