Educating Pigeons

by Michael Holme

The window is open,
and Glenn Gould’s Bach emanates.
It’s a fugue from book one,
high volume
is bastardising its beauty.
A man with a dog walks past
surprised. It is 6am.
Two pigeons land on the garden wall,
taken in by the counterpoint,
and nod heads in canon with one another.
They appear to get the point.
Had the music been heavy rock,
the man would have assumed
the culprit was a power-waker,
preparing for a day of ambitions.
But Glenn, another eccentric,
can only mean one thing.
This riser is trying to educate
pigeons.