BLACK AND WHITE SPECKLES

A warm swarm of flowing wings
brings the singing glow of a feathered dream
circling around overhead and then perching
on the overpass, resting at last
right over head with eyes glaring
staring and searching for anything dead
or anything stirring and waiting to die
with a dinosaur eye scanning for a french fry
or anything they can find, like an onion ring loop
leaving behind while singing, leaving behind
black and white speckles of pigeon poop