Birdbrains

I passed an iron gate with birds On either side, a’strut. There was a space to squeeze through, Though the gate was mostly shut. The sparrows on the far side Pecked for food along the ground With a pigeon as protector Guarding all the crumbs they’d found. Yet the near side had 2 pigeons Trying hard to breach the gap But for every move they made, the guard Unleashed a little zap. As I watched the scene, I wondered Just how dumb those birds were; why, If they wanted to cross over, All they had to do was fly! (This is my poem from Monday, July 20th)