Jack's Pidgeon

JACK'S PIDGEON Survival Sustenance Will make you do crazy things Angry things Turf wars for lunch Sniper missions deployed to Secure trace crumbs Seminal tidbits Feasts strewn in honor of The scrappy mutants Known as us High noon I rule With fierce patience Absolution, focus Waddling Tempting my bemused audience Of patrons I seek To wrest the tired scraps The waste piling up after More satisfying bites Are snarled, consumed Mad dash, goes I They amused, bewildered Gawking "My gosh, such aggression I've never seen from a bird" Well, not a bird A winged, feathered beast You've created Your selfish motives hindering My flight, my plight Dreams of us and nothing else I, now, the scapper seek Bristled at competing flocks Fraught, wretched True to their being Held at bay by my motherly love For the land I call home I'm validated when Gifts flung my way Land at my heavenly feet I pounce on this Bite-sized reality Worn salty, peppered Frayed allegiance Now inside Alongside me Now enthralled in battle Mine Until the sun forges Truth onto another day. (8/10/05)