King of the hill

I never liked that game.

I would always be pushed off.

Other kids can be mean.

Though watching the pigeons

I smile at their version as they gather round the feeding station.

One puffs up his feathers

Warning and shooing a few away

As others sneak up behind him.

Eventually the ravens come

And the previous owner of the rock has flown away.

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