a skitter, peck, munch
peck and munch
he is a plump little dove
too greedy to be delicate
too glutenous for grace
he shows up first
and he leaves last
he chases off the tiny
the prettiest, his rotund brown
and grey a natural
camouflage for his ferocity
the rest flee from the hawks cry
but he dances in his solitude
he struts in ignorance
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