Poetry: The Game On The Post
This is written from the thoughts of pigeons meeting and sitting on lamp posts, and having a competition of shooting car windscreens with their precious ammunitions...
Promised meet on the towering post,
Usual agreement to the thrilling game,
Readied ammunition for the spotless screen,
Ruthless firing for the feathered crown,
Winner be of the utmost counts.
The Game On The Post