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chicken caesar rap
The pigeon nibbles the nits
from amidst his feathers
on the edge of the corner
of the roof of the building
just across the street.
His iridescent head
bobbles at obscene angles
in the thin spring sun while
he watches the sky
for a hawk we both know
waits for him.
It is lunch time, and
I think of fowl for food
until he flaps away in a flushed
flutter of beady-eyed hate.
Tomorrow, I will see him again perhaps
the sun will not show me
his rainbowed head,
but we will both know I am hungry
from amidst his feathers
on the edge of the corner
of the roof of the building
just across the street.
His iridescent head
bobbles at obscene angles
in the thin spring sun while
he watches the sky
for a hawk we both know
waits for him.
It is lunch time, and
I think of fowl for food
until he flaps away in a flushed
flutter of beady-eyed hate.
Tomorrow, I will see him again perhaps
the sun will not show me
his rainbowed head,
but we will both know I am hungry
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