I
Strutting down the sidewalk
and not retreating from me.
Cocky pigeon.
II
Fleeing before the Number 1
bus. Flap like mad pigeon!
you forgot
your bus pass.
III
Front yard invasion.
What is so interesting?
Pigeons confuse me.
IV
Six pigeons in a circle
on Brunswick Street.
Not a NSCAD student in sight
to film, paint, or sculpt
this confab of wings.
V
Pigeon in the rain.
I’ll share my umbrella.
VI
I miss pigeons when the snow comes.
VII
If they were an Airborne Division
we would cower before
the pigeons’ gray, purple,
and turquoise colour scheme.
VIII
Maybe we should charge them
rent if pigeons are going to be
our sidewalk roommates.
IX
Thanks for inviting yourself
to the barbeque, pigeon.
We’re cooking a distant
cousin of yours.
X
Who talks this much
about pigeons?
XI
Pigeon eyes are like
googly eyes pasted
on Paper-Mache birds.
It unnerves me.
XII
The industrial revolution
brought more than people
in to crowd the cities.
The pigeon nuclear family
is alive and well.
XIII
Thirteen pigeons outside
a coffee shop.
Lucky or unlucky?
Let’s wait
and see if they attack.
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