My hungry beak

 The king pigeon took the center
ducking his head
A misfit a killer spraying bacteria on the street below
like a concert

The other pigeons looked on and imitated
grey skies hugging their backs
apartments as grey and delapidated as they
as they surveyed

For this city is theirs
the homeless do lie
and cry too lazy to scavange or admit they are rabid
The bird has no such shame

To infame ingrain and insane it´s existance
the king pigeon dressed in humming parasites
flies down to the scrap
The homeless have let lay

Maggots and grain

The pigeons follow him ducky heads clicking and beaking all stray
feeding out of the street like butts in an ashtray
That king´s eye catches mine like a falling shameless grain out of the sky
No words or gesture no sound or speak
A familiar spark as I saunter, smile forming across my hungry beak