It’s getting dark and the ground is wet
Someone has splattered yellow paint across the buildings
The whine of a squeaky wheel
Sounds more like rats than birds
Pigeons in the underbelly of the overpass
Violent flutters and pecks
They are all attacking one
He jumps and flaps as they push in closer
Trying to stay on the rail
What is it about him?
Why doesn’t he fight back?
Or just fly away?
You could ask the same of any of us
I threw a rock to make them take flight
But it did nothing to break the attack
As I looked for another rock on the ground
It occurred to me
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