I am watching the pigeons
brawling on brash cobbles,
dismantling crumbs from
take away food fallen from
graceless fingers.
This miscreant communion
is discouraged but folk like
to see the kids herding roughly.
An unprompted mystery play
demonstrating a way of things.
Showing who chases and who is chased.
Tony Noon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought out and nicely penned, an interesting read. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.