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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The Inkwell 