they know!
When I’ve got
halfway through my pasty –
they know!
Salt and vinegar
or cheese and onion –
they know!
from every branch
from every tree,
from a clear and
birdless sky –
down, down they
come,
and in a grey
gathering,
as quick as chips,
they are
flustering around my feet.
But if you look
not down,
to where the
pigeons
coo and hoot
in front of you,
but up,
up over the
gutters
along the
telegraph wires
through the windy
alleys
by the side of the
precinct
maybe you’ll catch
a glimpse –
Can you see her
in her rosy grey
cape?
No bigger than
a pigeon’s wing
she leaps and
flies
whispering the
news to all who can hear.
“Scoff,
grub,
mash,
gobble!” These are
the only words she knows
but in many bird tongues
“Snack,
snap,
scran,
chow!”
Each hears the
word it likes
and like a stone
drops from its airy heights
to the soles of my
feet,
to gaggle around
in search of
a bite,
a crust,
a crumb,
a crisp,
a cracker,
a crunch,
a pick,
a peck,
a pickle,
a pepper,
a punch,
a sip,
a sup,
a snip
a supper
a lunch.
And when the peeking
pecking
crowd
have done
source: http://nikitasmits.com/2012/12/11/new-york-city-pigeons/ |
from all around
are gone,
they’ll fly to
wait
up on the gables
ends
and window sills
and roof ridges
and tree tip-tops
until her cry
comes
over the tiles
again.
“Nibble,
noodle,
cropper,
shopper,
fiddle,
fudge,
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