Living the Dream

Puffy-chested pigeons strut about
as if they held some secret
to this battle ground

holding their stance
like little generals on front line

she, walking crooked,
stumbled upon their little parade
that had no marshal

all leaders and no followers

and it was easy to create treason
in their ranks with a few cracked nuts

she sat and let them feed out of her hand

one warrior at a time
until there was nothing but bones left
for vultures to pick over

Tags: Peace Pleas, Poems //