On the Nature of Pigeons (poem)

The pigeons stood about on the roof they all shared
But some of them were squawking that this is not fair.
The call was getting louder as more got upset
I shouldn't be here, I should be standing over there.

The King of the Birds asked can't we stand in peace
but more started squawking, "No, not with these.
How can I be happy when I stand in this low place
a bird of my demeanour needs to move up in the race."

The King listened long but didn't make a sound
until he said to all, "We will take wing and fly around.
We will circle the building, not once but three times,
so all can find the place you think matches your style."

"After we have circled, we will all set down to land
and everyone will go to the place we want to stand.
We will all land as one as a flock needs to do
Make sure when you land that your friends are next to you."

And so it was they flew and then came back to ground
And from that moment on, no bird made a sound.
All of them had landed in the place they needed to be
and they were quietly thankful the King had set them free.