Scaled feet tap dance on the asphalt
The rhythm lost in the folds of the city noise
Your tail feather kisses burning cement
Once
Twice
-thrice
You intently peck

Your black and white coat
In this lake of neon colors
Screams defiance
Into “civilization’s” chrome face
Once
Twice
-thrice
You intently peck

Your home was
But now is not
The uncertainty of tomorrow
a curse served by development
In your own little world
On the baking asphalt

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