Member Poem

Pigeons teach us territories
in the way they mark theirs,
their cooing soft yet determined,
circling the perimeter in act of
ownership. They don't attract
attention to themselves to keep
judgment prowess of humans
out of their business, and if one
does catch peripheral sight of
an observing human, they crane
their necks upright and flank
a defence queue. But, the low-key
rogue birds are sparrows; tiny
yet clever, infiltrating noiselessly,
naive and coy, side-eye flutter,
demure hops into the ring of fire
unscathed. While the pigeons peck
their kin to bruises to rule over
a heap of crumbs, brown doe-feet
ninjas feed and collect off scatters,
having secured the day`s bounty
on wings of cunning escape.