While chasing like mad around the Capitol late this afternoon, I was distracted from my hunt for whichever lawmakers I was pursuing by this sight: A bird’s nest tucked up in a high corner of the Capitol, and a mama pigeon happily tending two fuzzy chicks. I was pushed, as they say, from bad to verse, so here, in two parts, is my latest legislative limerick:

Under the Capitol’s eaves

In a nest made of twigs and small leaves

A pigeon mom’s coo

At her plump nestlings two

They won’t fly far, these small thieves.

Now down in the chambers below

The progress sure seems to be slow

The politics rage

And we can’t turn the page

‘Til back to their districts they go.

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