PigeonsA Poem by LizI don't even know. This is weird.Plunk, Plunk, Plunk. Rock after rock, Scattering the birds, Cooing and flapping, But always coming back. "Stupid damn birds." Another fistful of rocks. Another round of their game. Plunk, Coo, Flap, Repeat. "I like them." He turns look at me. "What's there to like?" Plunk, Coo, Flap. I stare at the Fat Grey Birds, So eager to Play the game. I shrug. "They remind me of myself."
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