So many times I have seen on rooftops and in pictures
rows crowds and groups of black and white pigeons
sometimes it is a London report sometimes a survey
every time it is a treat to see them pick peck and flutter
it is not need but hobby that many in the North follow
parrot hen cat and pigeon is popular than a swallow
for birdlike pets are good company soft and mellow
‘hey hey hey birdie sing sing sing ‘a jolly good fellow’
it is all so good to see sit back laugh and smile
to share the tweets chirps twitters and squeaks
let’s face, that when humans are stuck on land
pigeons fly, in freedom the skies they embrace.
Looking for’ Cormorant’ Balor or Graeae ?
fearful of Cyclops, dreading the Jian ?
O Blackbird” have you lost an eye?
broken a wing, cannot see or fly?
Fear not for thou art free
with one eye you may see
in the darkness of the night
till sleepy sun wakes, to light
evil dead that live to fight
arise from coffins,
a zombie sight, moments
of life tenderly tight
blood sucking creatures
fine apparent features
capped and covered out
O Blackbird protect your wings
in the air are dangerous things
you may feel lighter
but life is not light
Lurking low in branches
high in the cloudy corners
enemy’s machines n mortars
all set to cut your flight’