STONE PIGEON SOCIETY 2016

I like to watch pigeons

Solitary

They fly when frightened

In small collectives

They flinch

In the rain

Huddled in the eaves or

Perched on the wire

Grey and

Pink and

White and

Brown and

Oil slick green

Gathered for warmth

The Pigeons in the square

Part and close in

Red sea fashion

Yield for the passerby and

Defiantly reclaim for the Collective

All Pigeons are

made of stone

And fire

The picture of balance

Of maligned grace

Fearful when alone

United when it counts

We have so much to learn