Pigeon

A man tattooed blue with signs and wonders
Fed pigeons at his front door and windows.
Pink and grey knew time of day and the toss.
The moral of this story is stay close.
Upon cobbles they wobbled and slept on sills
That monitored his movements with soft trills.
Company on a cold day suns its due.
The moral of this story is thank you.
Gone now he's gone, it's an old city scene
Minded like thousands, a picture too soon.
Birds have flown when there's no-one awaits.
The moral of this story is keep watch;
Take time with strugglers, strollers and stragglers;
Free associate with peaceful settlers.