The Starling Gang

The Starling Gang

 

There’s a gang outside my window

Hard men one and all

Hair brilliantined like 50’s spivs

And challenging with their calls

 

All tooled up – Bright yellow daggers

Beady eyes and sharp cut suits

Pickings of the day upon the tray

Are what the gang disputes

 

Warfare on a city street

Mr Blackbird’s soon seen off

Sparrer’s don’t dare come to see

Wot’s lying there to scoff

 

Then suddenly the gang’s all gone

The Pigeon police have arrived

Now there’s a thing – Not Rats with Wings

But Woody from the countryside

 

Martin Addison, 21/06/2011