Pigeons

They walk, full of confidence with their bright red feet Moving their heads to the rythem of the city red eyes, staring far away, into a distant memory Tall gray buildings, competition swirling everywhere now replaces the tall rocky cliffs and waves shattering against. Only it's jade green neck, reminds of the wooded pine forests and the endless fields They fly, with fragile wings crushed by competition All that matters now is the fallen bread crumbs on the floor The days on the high cliffs, watching the universe revolve is now a distant, sweet memory