Garage eagle lore

 Pigeons…garage eagle lore 

My mountains are made

Of concrete and brick.

Metal, smoking animals

Crawl through my

Cave.

Bellowing and loud

Sometimes they

Hit us.

I feed here and here is where my mate

And family dwells.

My aerie is a

Compartment

A recess in the wall.

Here i nest and

I rest.

I do not complain.

I can hide from the

Winds and the

Snows and the rain.

❤️🐦❤️

We are strong and we belong