by Nicky Hurl


Our collars, iridescent violet-green

Our breastplate indigo blue

Helmets of red but bloodless

Song of the victorious floats aloft

As we take to the wing

High we observe our conquered foe

Free in the air of sweet victory

Our allegiance to one another

bind us to no master.

 

written in response to 'A word from the feral pigeon'