Pigeons flutter through the sky so blue,
Their feathers gleaming in the morning dew,
They coo and chirp, a melody so sweet,
Adding harmony to the city’s beat.
Amidst the bustling crowd, they find their way,
Gracefully dancing through the urban ballet,
Their gentle presence brings a sense of peace,
As they navigate the chaos with such ease.
Perched on rooftops, they observe the scene,
In their eyes, a world of wisdom keen,
They share the secrets of the city’s heart,
With every flutter, they play their part.
Their wings outstretched, they soar and glide,
Across the skyline, they gracefully bide,
Their flight a symbol of freedom high,
In the urban landscape, they beautify.
With grace and poise, they own the sky,
Their silhouette against the buildings high,
A sight of beauty in the city’s throng,
Pigeons, the feathered notes in the city’s song.