eyes unfeeling
camera clicking
twaddling circles
prideful cooing
and neck jerking
cracking their beaks
twitching movements
drawn like moth to flame
they to the concrete
mandibles; portruding
pecking asphalt
empty reason
cooing, cooing
leave 'em be
all it amounts to
pigeons pecking
crapping on the city
The Lake of Fire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birds-of-a-feather-that-crap-together/
