The Pigeon

The pigeon strutted with bobbing head,
Its head was greyish green and its feet were red,
It was grey and white with a green neck,
Its bright eyes were searching for something to peck;
It found breadcrumbs which were strewed around
by a few street stall bread vendors on the ground,
Then I heard some more flutter of wings
From the flock of friends the pigeon always brings;
Soon pigeons were pecking here and there,
Greedily on all the breadcrumbs everywhere,
'til they were scared by people passing by,
And the whole lot flew off to their rooftops high.