Give a pigeon just a smidgen
And
his friends will flock to share
While
each sparrow’s focus narrows,
Wond’ring
if it’s worth the dare.
Soon
a robin may come bobbin’
Though
he’s just consumed a worm
Which
the grackle tried to tackle,
Losing
out by just a squirm.
Then
the seagull, looking regal,
Takes
a dive to catch a fish
As
the finches land mere inches
From
a shiny take-out dish.
In
the city, streets are gritty
But
the birds still find a meal
For
the locals (and some yokels)
Leave
them lots that they can steal.
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