The Inkwell

Feathers in a flap

Napowrimo day 17

Falcon, bird of prey

Feast your eyes, while I tell you a tale

While we’ve all been indoors, the birds without fail

Have landed en-masse in the public squares

And landing on rooftops without a care

There once was an answer, keeping birds in check

But till he returns, theyve darned us to heck

Leaving a real mess out on the street

Leaving the cleaners a challenging feat

They say if he comes back, the pigeons will flee

But till then, they sit on rooftops with glee

So look up at the skies, as he returns with stealth

On a mission to improve the citizens health

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.