The pigeon's a pedestrian that flies
in nature's face: he struts about on red-
chalked toes, rejects wide pigeon-colored skies,
and rudders down in parks to peck at bread,
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Awesome rhyme scheme complimenting a crisp, tightly woven constructed work, flavored with astute, subtle wit and just the right measure of imagescape without the decriptives becoming ornate.I like this, William. You are a fine scribe, indeed...~FjR~
Best reward for working and reworking any poem is to have it fall under the scrutiny of an accomplished reader like FJRyan.