Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Growing Fond Of Pigeons - Poem by Not Long Left

After much time spent
watching these dirty
grey feathered foes
I have grown quite
fond of them.
Kissing and beak
pecking on top of
the lampost singing
songs as sweet as
any dove.
swooping down snatching
up a just dropped chip
sharing the meal on the
garden wall watching the
sun go down.
Flying rodents some
call them
bringers of disease.
I wonder as these two
little pigeons watch
us scatter our street
dinners on the floor
then vomit and piss
what they make of us.

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  • (5/8/2006 12:49:00 PM)

    I was enjoying my chocolate cake and cream up until that second-to-last line, Vincey! ! You might have given us a bit of warning! ! : -)

    OK, you've swung it, point well and truly conceded. But I'm not going to be any less disgusted when next I get 'pigeon pie' on my bodywork in the rain, or on my jacket when next I walk under a tree, or on my boots the next time I hit a 'pigeon pie pool', that bloody sea of green and white shit-drops that they make after 'grazing' in a flock in the one area for prolonged spells! !

    Smiling at you (even if I am feeling rather disgusted) : -)
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, May 8, 2006

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