Pigeons are the German shepherds
Of the world of birds
Low-slung, big shouldered
Built for the kind of strength
Comfort requires

Escalades to the finch’s Audi
Or the robin’s Chevrolet

Sparrows scurry
Cardinals and woodpeckers burst in
With guns blazing

Pigeons browse
Sublimely unaware
Of their own intrusiveness

Only the eyes reveal
Inner fires