DAWN PIGEON

Below,

Cars slide on macadam tracks

Called streets.

Almost a circle,

Vision pauses to detect

A winter warning from the east.

People

Clatter towards train and bus,

Traffic a departing Joseph-scarf.

Vibrations shiver up the slates

To aerial filigree of bars

For webbed feet to grip.

No rival dare approach

His view of dustbins

Under blistered sills.

Well-fed and grey,

Lord as much as can be done

From his high perch –

Swoops when he decides to go,

Down, not up,

A common pigeon of the Town.