The Inkwell

Napowrimo day 17

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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