Pigeons
The flock of pigeons
Arriving in the early morning rise
As the backdoor neighbour cooks
His business for the night market
Once his friend wanted to net the pigeons
Feeding them with seeds enticing to the trap
In the end his friend never came to catch
The flock of pigeons multiply
This morning one laid dead
On the back house window rest
The long flying had finally done
The dark blue grey pigeon said goodbye
The flock of pigeons
Never fly to seek food
It is a sign of respect for its dead
On the roof tiles laid out to the elements
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