Book I: Pigeon

Sit and wait.
Stalk and strut.
Near and nibble.

Take up what's left.
Swallow what's right.

Swallow whatever.
Swallow all.

Let the others chirp and sing.
Let them quake the feeder.

Let them clear the way
for the law of the sidewalk.
Let them escape with their beaks
while they still can.

Chow down.

Nosh on the excess.
That's the realm
of the real ruler
of the rich resort
roadside.

Bluegrass and boulevards
are the prerogatives
of the well-fed defender.

Take sight
and fire away

bombardier
in the combat zones
of the concrete jungle.