there are only 6,000 birds left in this country

and they are all street pigeons

dirty new york sky rats

they are a nuisance of fluttering feathers

and weirdly iridescent necks

are they purple or green

why does something that’s so clearly alive

look like the oil puddle my car left in the supermarket parking lot

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