Of Pigeons Or Man
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Pigeons in flight, skimming over the streets
Swift, restless movement, but going nowhere
Cleaving curved wings in the sweltering air
While no one takes notice of the rhythm's repeat
They circle and settle, no reason or a plan
They perch, then depart, feathered gypsies who roam
Chasing the shadows, surveying the land
They scavenge the streets, for a place to call home
Summer has coiled, wherever it can
Hunger's obsession, grows deep in their bones
Pigeons fly low, testing virtues of man
Assembled in flocks, yet must forage alone
Searching at feet of the crowds who walk by
Waiting for nothing, just a crumb from the sky
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A man walks in circles, slouched over with scars
His only companions are ghosts of defeat
With no place to go, except under the stars
He huddles in corners, as the bitter night peaks
People and traffic are pounding the beat
No one gives notice, as they hurry on by
Sidewalks, and litter, and the noise of the street
Like the pigeons, he circles, where home is the sky
Summer has coiled, wherever it can
Hunger, depression, grow deep in his bones
His gray absent eyes, testing virtues of man
Is compassion a stranger? Or will he find hope?
Searching at feet of the crowds who walk by
Waiting for nothing, just a crumb from the sky
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For Contest: Sponsored By Carol Eastman
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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