fat, lazy ones

i miss the pigeons at Jewell station they live off a load of white bread some mysterious bird lover leaves everyday so there are scraps of pecked bread pieces everywhere stuck in between green blades the pigeons don't finish their chunk at one go so the pieces remain there for a while and  the place is always covered in splashes of shit and some really unfortunate ones end up on the rail and those ones are left there for ages touched only by passing trains their shape change bit by bit like the pecked bread left uneaten