They keep flying through the day
Doing their business in a way…
Flocking on the wire each evening
They chat, fight, at times even tweeting …
Afterthoughts of city life
& people they have survived through the day…
They laugh together come what may…
Once came a hunter looking for a kill
Ego, is what he rode on, for THRILL..!
A bullet was shot … One of the bird had to go …
Fluttered the wire up and down…
A pearl is lost from the crown …!