Jack's Pidgeon Poem by Suburban Lovechild

Survival
Sustenance
Will make you do crazy things
Angry things
Turf wars for lunch
Sniper missions deployed to
(Secure) trace crumbs
Seminal tidbits
Feasts strewn in honor of
The scrappy mutants
Known as us
High noon
I rule
With fierce patience
Absolution, focus
Waddling
Tempting my bemused audience
Of patrons I seek
To wrest the tired scraps
The waste piling up after
More satisfying bites
Are snarled, consumed
Mad dash, goes I
They amused, bewildered
Gawking 'My gosh, such aggression
I've never seen from a bird'
Well, not a bird
A winged, feathered beast
You've created
Your selfish motives hindering
My flight, my plight
Dreams of us and nothing else
I, now, the scapper seek
Bristled at competing flocks
Fraught, wretched
True to their being
Held at bay by my motherly love
For the land I call home
I'm validated when
Gifts flung my way
Land at my heavenly feet
I pounce on this
Bite-sized reality
Worn salty, peppered
Frayed allegiance
Now inside
Alongside me
Now enthralled in battle
Mine
Until the sun forges
Truth onto another day.

(8/10/05)