pigeon then new

I asked to see the beauty
of a pigeon
colors grey and drab
beak unfit for anything
but for me to spit and stare

but then one day like floating imagery
mine eyes did see something there
the flight of a rodent butterfly
gracefully dancing in the air

for never did beauty once lift my doubt
so far into heights unaware

it seems this unfavored
be now a redemptive dove
purest of all with wings