Beautifully written. I draw from this something that may or may not have been intended. I see the bird as the poet or artist and see that crowd as appreciative but unwilling to sponsor. Exquisite work that got me thinking.

JD -- This piece took me back twenty years to a small Italian town called Assissi. I watched as birds played in the fountian and invigorated my life with a bottle of vino. Alas they were pigeons. Your words were beautiful. --bf

A beautiful poem all round.It evokes many feelings and makes one immersed in it and then u open the eyes with a sudden thud in the end.Great write JD and my most favorite part is the opening stanza.

Oh just as i finished commenting i realised u have re-arranged the opening stanza.I don't know why but the way it was before appeared more magical to me.But it is still so beautiful.

Fun, colorful and lighthearted, with a bit of a twist. The canary must have its day! Pigeons are always around. :)

The analogy is meaningful, multidimensional. The SCENE capable of reflecting the paradoxes and the ironies. No body feeds the Pigeons Anymore.

Blown away once again by your ability to bring some of the everyday things into a landscape of magical perspective. Your images of the stained glass playing upon the adjacent features was marvelous. And some of your word play like "uncanny canary" was magnificent. The ending only culminated an already masterful stroke of poetry.

I haven't been to a church in quite some time, but you conjured up that very beam that ignited sparks in a young poet's stained glass eyes. and although sermons are a thing of the past for me, I still feed pigeons.

quite a magical scene you paint here Jadi ... reminded me of Oscar Wilde's fairytale of The Little Swallow ... :)

On San Marco the pigeons will be fed..yet it's a tourist attraction nowadays...other than that only senior citizens and little kids seem to care to feed birds. Funny isn't it how the busy working class doesn't seem to find a moment of time to even care about anything like that. Loved the storytelling piece here.

As brilliant and magical as we've all come to expect from you. You never fail to astound.

aw JD, what a great message of remembering the little things, nice thoughts to keep us from getting caught up in things...nice job.

LOL! Yes I can see why...I've never heard of a pigeon doing that. Excellent descriptiveness jadi; like watching a clip from a movie.

Ah...I must make certain that my dear canary does not get wind of this poem as I fear he would escape his cage and find his own fountain and audience! Love this! So vividly written!

I especially love the musical mentions staccato, conductor waving. The conductor does get a lot of attention doesn't he. I just got an image of o Leopold Stokowski in a canary tux. All the images were evocative for me and broke loose memories that had rusted in the far reaches of my brain. Now, let's notice those urban suvivors... and not just their splats. Good work, my friend.

That's the thing about you, jadi, & your poetry. You always have me walk away thinking...always thinking. Thank you for that. THAT is what poetry is all about. :)

Hmm. Most interesting. I kinda see it as a reflection on what's considered acceptable beauty. Like Stravinsky, the canary has caused an uproar with it's appearance and song standing apart from the mundane pigeons; only it's not scandalous this time, now the bold and unique are embraced, maybe to the detriment of simple beauty. Wonderful poem!

The opening scene is so real I can see the faces in the crowd-Magical craftmanship!... with a wistful melancholy that stays in the heart...

"cleared its throat staccato and broke into a fevered pitch" one of the many phrases in this poem that conveys beauty...you could totally emerse yourself in this poem, it is so alive...

Jadi, this poem is a waste of space. Kidding! I just had to say something in contrast to all your comments here. This is pretty dang cool. What an uncanny canary.

Such expectations with no reward... The plight of a simple pigeon can be applied to so many situations. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem :)

very effective poem, nice to have a leading line or title theme as the last line instead of beating readers over the head with it as soon as they get into the poem ;) the whole thing was set up very well to go to the punchline

And why would they with a canary such as this. I probably missed the point, but enjoyed. You are the maestro my friend.

And why would they with a canary such as this. I probably missed the point, but enjoyed. You are the maestro my friend.

I know this is one of your older poems, but I like the imagery it presents.

hI JD, Great write, looks like a big hit. When I'm out and have something, I usually try to throw something down for the birds to eat. You can see pigeons just about everywhere.

Not alot of pigeons around here, but next time I see one, I'll think of this poem. Gread images abound- love your work- the more I read, the more I begin to understand the essence of you. Excellent job!