Pick & peck
of little peckity pickings,
Beaks to
pavements of urban chickens,
Little birds
seeking small bits & scraps,
Toasty crumbs
from table that overlaps.
From cafe´s
terraces, eyes always peeping,
With dropped
morsels, contented tweeting,
Pigeons, tits
& wrens, in soft grey ploddings,
Step by step,
seeking always, heads a-nodding.
Harsh concrete
jungle of dried urban pickings,
Upon sidewalks,
human dross, ever sticking,
Survival for plumed
ones, by fingers dropped,
Rapid flitterings,
before all is swept & mopped.
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