yellow fluff
clamped in a bird's beak -
now, the new leader.
All Eyes [Haiku]
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crows turn to threat:
while pigeons remain
oblivious.

There’s a writhing pile of pigeons —
Not two or a few or a smidgen —
You can raise their clout, and call them doves,
But I’m glad they're not on the wires above.

frenzied pigeons:
a tight, geometric horde—
until food’s end.

a cloud of pigeons
wheels about in a broad loop;
a thin batch returns.