First light post dawn
a strike in the offing
My shoulder wing-shadowed
as I stock up supplies
Twigs crackle in hedgerow
Battalions line up on roof top
My retreat signals advance from both sides
Burst of crow from undergrowth
Blaze of pigeon from sky
rump to rump
wing to wing
feathers fly
Feral pigeons floor rival and comrade alike
In their surge for possession
supplies scatter to ground
where the wily and usurped
take advantage
Meanwhile Kit, outnumbered
and outmanoeuvred
saves his reserves
for another day.
Copyright 2025 Cathy Leonard All rights reserved
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