I see the ranks of homing pigeons swoop and soar,
There’s gotta be a flocking thousand of ’em or more,
They wheel o’erhead, hovering high above the low rise I let,
Leasing the ‘penthouse’ out too cheap is one deep abiding regret.
I was glad to sign the lease for that seedy top floor-
A two-year ironclad deal is what a landlord prays for,
But concern is building due to his installing a pigeon coop aloft,
It’s not the constant cooing from on high, more the elevated waft.
The whirring of the wings above is impossible to ignore,
The sourness of signing off on a bad deal sticks in my craw,
As birds keep landing on my landing my dim view’s growing dark,
It’s not all their swooping but their pooping that’s leaving its mark.
Prompted by Chelsea Ann Owens Weekly Hilarity Contest.