Those scruffy little city dwellers

Ganging up

And flying in the face

Of diversity

Scrapping over a Greggs pasty

With the power to stop

Those zombie commuters in their tracks

Heads down and bobbing


You are late for work

No they wont move

Go around

Or prepare to be feather slapped

Sometimes they die

Slamming into windows

They leave a dirty angel shape.


© Jennifer Winterburn



6 thoughts on “Pigeons

  1. Oh I’m so delighted to see here you here again. It’s been ages. Yes, the urban pigeon tykes have a special part in my heart, captured perfectly in your poem, and starlings too but most of those have been chased away.

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      1. They taste too good to throw at the window, mind you our latest addition has a habit of throwing food, so you never no, I’ll keep you posted 🙂


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