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Cereals
I every day, sitting on a bench
Near the fountain
I watch, flying, landing pigeons
And sounding, Coo Roo-Coo-Coo
People coming for a while,
Staying to enjoy that scene
Whenever I throw some cereals
All pigeons surround me
Some touch my hands,
Some land on my head and shoulders
They eat and enjoy cereals
When pigeons finish the grains
They fly away to someone else
For grains, I realize the power,
And need and love of the grain,
Which describes and demonstrates,
Every creature's selfishness
It shows natural evidence
Ah, those birds can't speak
And harm; whereas, these humans,
Holding the sword of harm
And selfishness that can damage too
In this context and concept
I feel and stay, how lonely
And disheartened,
Without grain and cereal
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"Cereals" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 15 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/58693/cereals>.