Army of Pigeons on a building,
Positioned themselves on each window rack,
Some white, some dark-grey,
Some Spotted with white dots,
Some beautiful with pink and grey.
We are here they babble,
By their sound Coo-Coo,
Warning everyone
of their presence,
Some sharpening their beaks,
Some cleansing their wings.
Here they go,there they Land,
Coo-Coo, all along they sing,
Guarding their territory from infiltrators,
Laughing Doves, Mynas and Doves all afar,
Admiring the solidarity of their brethren
They feed on rice put forth by an Indian,
Together they fly and attack their due,
Munching merely on good grains,
Driving away the little sparrows trying to sneak,
Truly an Army of pigeons the onlookers acclaim
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