Cycle-Route >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

I am watching pigeons
hover like angels above
water, land slowly dipping
their legs, are splashing
yes, they came in flocks
they bath, swim, congregate
make noise similar to kids

their house is an old brick
wall where some blocks are
missing, they either remove
or fallen by itself; eroding
their droppings are eaten by
fishes below; bottom feeders
down river fishermen catching
same fish waiting for pigeons