Growing Fond Of Pigeons Poem by Not Long Left

Growing Fond Of Pigeons

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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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