The streets seem quiet this Spring.
Oh, look! Seeds!
My beak can’t get past this plastic.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Oh, my! What’s that behind the glass?
Human eyes. Human teeth.
Laughing at me.
Wait ’til I tell Larry,
What a fool you’ve been.
Thoughts of a Pigeon on a Windowsill
Lewis Wyn Davies 