Pigeon Told
A bird’s eye view
conversation overheard in a park
somewhere near you
Hey, Ori ... what’s up?
Nothing much, Marque.
Just flying low, bro.
Big Ollie, the Ruby Cleaners rooftop dove,
shared some bad popcorn news.
Oh, yeah. What’s the latest bird flu blues.
He said that fake plague sho’ feels real.
I crowed: Amen, Big Ollie! Ain’t too many humans
in the park giving us our morning meal.
Funny you should mention that ill subject matter downwind trash.
Marque, the sparrow twins: Ida and Edie,
spoke the same truth at the Old Gael Pub St. Paddy cancelled bash.
It’s a shame, Ori ... it surely is.
Some skyscraper bipedal giving us po’ avians
the hard asphalt gleaning biz.
Mr. Sherwood, griot-rapping Robin in the hood,
chirped the same sad, Friar Tuck uncharitable tale as well.
Those oxy-carrier humans ain’t leaving many peanut shells.
COVID-19 weather report sho’ don’t look good.
It seems the community spread folded the picnic table attitude.
Nowadays, them parrot-talking owl eyes seem frightfully rude.
Yeah, Marque ... bro’ it sho’ seems that way to me.
The pecks are snow geese light,
guess it’s goose-stepping, premature departure time
to take an early migration flight
Ori, I cede wish those humans an E. Poe, “Raven,” fare well goodbye:
Nevermore
comes the crumb elation when the Laugher high-roller cormorant cry.
I am not trying to make light the pain and suffering going on globally.
I just wanted to put a smile on any sad hearts.
— Romantic Warrior
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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