Nameless Bird

I just Arrived On this place At my naivety Certain thing Caught my eye Walked on the foot path A bird like men do New to me I opened my head Scribbling the words What it was The feather was sleek and black As a night A heron? But it wasn't I opened my heart Cannot see a single spark Of light Body and soul wandering in the dark If it has Decided it was A nameless dove in the dirt Stained by smoke of city sky At dusk That its yellow beck Angling a rotten spoil From a crumb in the garbage box