Sodium Sky

They strut like landlords on ledges and wires,
cooing eviction notices to native flyers.
Nesting in vents and in throat of breeze
balconies drowned in droppings and disease.

They hijack rooftops and even claim the sky
the statues, flags they perch on and defy.
We toss them crumbs like civic bribes,
They peck with smirks and swagger vibes.

In parks they hold their daily court,
on benches meant for human sport.
They puff their chests on traffic lights,
conducting chaos in midday rites.

They circle bins like sacred wells,
where wrappers bloom and stink swells.
Their wings conduct the noon’s malaise,
a plume of grit in concrete maze.

They chirp like monks but swarm like mobs,
this menace has become a sovereign blob.
The cities have become their podium,
and the sky has turned sodium.