A flock of pigeons,
Murder of crows.
Do they gossip,
Share their woes?

A gaggle of geese,
Wake of vultures.
Do they contemplate,
Other cultures?

A sedge of cranes,
Dole of doves.
Do they speak,
Of long lost loves?

A conspiracy or ravens,
Crowd of redwings.
Do they spread details,
of tawdry flings?

I do not really know,
Nor does it matter.
It's just a silly poem,
Sunday morn chatter.

Pigeons on sign. Santa Monica, CA