The End Of Your Love Affair With Pigeons

sunny day
the sun was grey
the legs were red
they shook the fat
the chips were down
the seagull laughed
the seagull laughed and flapped around
one puffs up
it wants to fuck
the others cluck and strut about
you sat in love and scattered crumbs
they flapped and shat
they shat on love

Happy 600th alittlepoison article! My happiness is tempered only by my fear of the rebarbative pigeons.
I think that ‘one puffs up/it wants to fuck’ is my favourite poetry I’ve read this year.
It has made me laugh three times already.