The Secrets Of Bird Law Poem by Andy Brookes

I watched the pigeons sitting on the wall,
they looked as if they knew something I didn't.
a seeming smug satisfaction in their stance
calling us to reality cooing, doomed, doomed.

yellow eyed they watch us, they seem to say,
we were here before you, we knew the dinosaurs,
and will be, long after your extinction,
as they cooed, you're doomed, doomed.

so I fed them bread and ask their secrets
but they remained tight beaked, heads on one side,
they pretend, I know, not to understand, winking instead
and cooing you are doomed, doomed.