trying to be poetic... ended up being pathetic

well, last nite.. at camping site i was soo bored so i tried to make a poem..
it's about pigeon i think, sound like this:

little pigeon was flying from north to south
sweet cool breeze was passing him
try to annoy him

little pigeon flying from north to south
big mountain was lauging at him
making fun of him

little pigeon flying from north to south
through the silver lined cloud
blinded him

little pigeon flying from north to south
there come the sun
warm him

little pigeon
in south
from north

well, yeah not exactly like that yesterday night..

PS: i love the smell of grass..