Hell is left
Piece of food on the road
Abandoned
White-grey, the seagull
Takes a bite
Makes some noise
Goes around
(Male pigeon and his mate)
Come one, few
There is fight
The food is forgotten
Fight of greed
Fight of power
Fly away failing ones
Once more, bite
Once more, noise
Newcomers, new fights
War of greed
Territories
"This is mine, "
"This is ours, "
"Go to hell..."
Noise is raised to skies.
One bird, meek
Sleazy, crooked, weak or sick
A Satan, a devil, full of tricks
Sneaks in, takes the food
Food is gone
Hell is left
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