Pigeon Union

PIGEON UNION In Konakovo you might Find fat air creatures in sight No suitcase for their things And always with wings All are travelling light But never in flight On the ground they’re hiking And stand around striking, Thinking, “We just walk – we’re lazy; Those flying sparrows are crazy” As a pigeon union their cry Is, “We’re not paid to fly!” “If we walked straight at you, would You step aside as you should? Yes, we’re confident that you’d Tolerate birds so rude, With rights so imbued, By our aggressive attitude.” Straight at us they waddle With arrogance their model. If we pursue them they glare, Saying how do you dare Walk so close or so fast Or try to get past? You’ll hear no wingbeats in Konakovo’s avian streets. No word’s ever uttered No feathers are fluttered They’re happy to be found Right here on the ground For the pigeons of Konakovo Their flying days are over They walk – don’t use wings – Don’ t have feathered flings, Though occasionally a free ride On the wind as they glide To fly they’re too fat For years they’ve just sat On the ground for bird chat Their wings will stay flat, And that’s that…… …. Unless there’s a cat.