A Monitor Lizard strolls through the park -- A mid-day stroll, not at dusk or after dark. The walkers and joggers give it wide berth As it monitors them for all its worth.
a flock of pigeons
mills about in a lazy dance,
pecking and shifting
then explode into
panicked flapping,
as they wheel about,
gaining spontaneous unity,
reaching investigation mode,
they bank heavily,
like a C-130 gunship --
a Puff the Magic Dragon --
pivoting onto a target