dear pigeon

purple necked flared to wind
there's more art in thy wing
then on all the walls
in paris

bastard angel

forgotten messenger

war time hero stepped on
shitting on our streets.

Poetry by Aaron Jon Wells
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Written on 2006-09-23 at 13:41

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Zoya Zaidi
Yes, pigeons have forgotten to home in because of so many electronic disturbances in the air...
No more useful as massengers, these heroes of erstwhile wars, are now no more than a nuisance...
You know sometimes, I pity them.
The other day I saw a big sign at Tfalgar Square' Don't feed the pigeons; they are a big nuisance!'