Pigeons
(At this time of year, when I go to collect my morning papers at dawn, I often come across little groups of pigeons, always at road junctions, pecking away at something.)
What is it with pigeons at junctions?
Each morning, there's loads on the floor,
they scuffle around pecking down at the ground
there's something to eat, that's for sure.
You'll often see some really fat ones,
they're there on the tarmac each day,
and sometimes you may see a flat one
who didn't get out of the way.
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2019
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