Pidgeon Sweeps.

Pidgeon Sweeps

Two black pidgeons on the top of the bin the blackest feathered friends ive ever seen
soot covered from the chimney sweep
a tiny slash of white a fleck
on the end of a beak and a little little little
splash of pink
where we would usually put our feet
they look like the finest of chimmney sweeps
like diamonds covered sticky in tar
a block of coal not even
a big soap bar
could wash these pair of dark dust sweeping pidgeons clean
they spoke in the language of
coo, coo, coo,
cooka, ka, ka, ka, coo, ka choo
let me tell you sisters and brothers
i was on it
a single twirling leaf skipped
spinning from a tree
landed a couple
of stone squares
from my knees
heres the song the
pair of pidgeons sang to me
and now to you
this is the way to live your dreams,
or at least for now
thats the way it seems
your like a piece of fluffy white bread with nothing on it
like a piece of gravy
said the girl in the sweet red coat
who died her chestnut hair
on a homing road
whilst those sparkling black pidgeons
that came out of the bin
coo coo ca chewed
your like a piece of fluffy white bread with nothing on it.