As the residents of Brooklyn walk along the streets
Rushing to bus stops and subwaysA small pigeon sits on the roof of an old pizza place
The pigeon sits on the dirty, graffiti covered roof watching the worlds below with his beady yellow eyesAnd as the smell of delicious food hits him, he sees a half eaten donut laying
on the dirty, bacteria infested, concreteThe small, little bird flys down and attempts to take a piece
He just had this feeling
That he will succeed
And that famine will not reach himHowever, it did
Because of the humans
Just as the pigeon lands on the concrete
A humongous foot rapidly pummels towards himThe poor bird quickly takes flight escaping from the human foot
This little pigeon had that feeling again
The feeling of regret, famine, and anxietyEvery time the bird tries to eat
The humans always get to himThe selfish humans aspire to hurt this pigeon
Attempt to ward him awayAnd because of this
The pigeon faces famine and fear once moreAnd while all the humans were enjoying a lovely day in Brooklyn, the pigeon still flew
From one block to the next
The little bird had no luck
The day have passed
And the sun was settingThe still- hungry pigeon was sitting on a power line
Near the subway stationThe station was relatively empty
And the bird saw some stray crumbs at the edge of the platformThis was his chance
To finally overcome famine
And get the energy he needed to striveThe pigeon flew down across the street
Now on the same level as the tracksHe was a few seconds from getting his hearts desire
And finally overcoming the omnipresent menace that was there to haunt himAnd as he flew across those tracks
He was unaware
Of the upcoming train
Barreling towards himWhat a time to be alive
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Poems
ŞiirHey so these are just some of my poems that I wrote down in my notebook, some are old, some are recent, but I guess this is just a collection of all the poems I ever wrote. Let me know if you like them by voting!!