A Pigeon Story Yesterday

Beware of your own best intentions
Inside the silver lining it’s dark
I thought I was feeding the pigeons
Turned out I was feeding a hawk

The flock flew down and fluttered together
I sighed at this particular two
He was all, hey what’s up?
She was all, check you boo!

[They’d dance awhile then take a peck
At seeds that I left on the deck
They’d whisper naughty twiggy things
fly off and then fly back again]

I’d grown fond of these careless kids
They’d come by just past three
She’d brag about their starter nest
He’d toss a wink at me

But while I played the contagious game
Imaginary friends
A hawk unphased in the natural world
Brought cosplay to an end

I don’t know which of the two he took
Red stain turned black a day ago
It was sad at noon but here’s the night:
So I dim softly, softly, the houselights for the scandalous gigolo crows