A Pigeon in our balcony

Two pigeons in my balcony
Flying in and out
Carrying twigs and grass in their mouth
Making haste ..in urgent mood;
I watched, curiosity roused,
And saw a nest, built neat and fair
By the shoe rack
A bed spread with twigs and care
For mother to lay eggs.

I saw an egg spotless white
The mother flew in and sat on it ..
A picture of patience ..to her
Hatching is the only matter.

What a beauty..she labours so hard
She knows nothing but gives her all
To bring a life into this world.

I peeped out ..the sun shines bright
The trees swing in gentle wind
the father pigeon hops here and there
Near the mother
Who sits on her egg and perseveres.