7
It has been whispered that his mother was a dove
for he was a handsome pigeon in his youth.
Now his good looks are all faded
with the scars of long past turf wars
in the green trashy parks,
and confrontations with many a desperate street cat.
Or at least this is what one might imagine
quite romantically
as they watched him hopping around after
meeting his shadow on the hot pavement
beside a pot hole that was created by eight years
of repeated freezing and melting.