An all of a sudden move, or a sound slightly louder than the noise
can be enough to set the pigeons from the ground.
Too quickly from the crumbs and the scraps they scamper to the air.
To land again and continue business at another pavement, park or station.
Never too far, or different, never epic migration.
Then back to the ground at the feet of giants, the pigeons feed,
Humble, adapted and completely reliant.
Frantic scanning, beady eyed, the sacrifice of the wings for the belly.
The want is the need and the price to keep two feet on the ground.