they’re intelligent, because
like humans they can
reproduce in any month
of the year?
The interlocking
space
that defines their closeness
can be anthropomorphised
into the word ‘huddle’
They are pecking amongst
bicycle wheels. Filth; food.
An open window does not
attract them
They are like clouds
but also incandescent;
evening clouds with sun
levering them into
the world. They wheel
and circulate like air
They applaud pavements here
and trees elsewhere.
Their claps are polite
A black streak shows
where a chimney was.
They gather above,
but not to feel a phantom warmth
Indelicate charms. Vomit-
eaters. A pigeon
is lucky for a traveller. One
imagines they dream
of travelling: not restless
like dogs, but nodding
in their sleep
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