Those pigeons are either sparring
with their wings as fists
Having a tiff
Or clumsily copulating
feathers flying everywhere
But I wish they’d get off
The cubby house roof
Before the sun sets
So the children can come out
And play.
Those pigeons are either sparring
with their wings as fists
Having a tiff
Or clumsily copulating
feathers flying everywhere
But I wish they’d get off
The cubby house roof
Before the sun sets
So the children can come out
And play.