Autumnal Gathering

_{(Effect by DeepArtEffects)}

　A flock of pigeons takes flight,
　Their wings a blur against the sky,
　Scattering leaves in disarray,
　As they soar and then alight.

On a grassy field, where leaves have fallen,
Brown and gold, a carpet spread,
The pigeons gather, a feathered throng,
Seeking shelter, warmth, and bread.

　Some peck at crumbs, some preen their feathers,
　A symphony of coos and flutters,
　A moment of peace in the bustling city,
　Where nature's rhythm gently mutters.

As the sun dips low, casting shadows long,
The pigeons rise, a graceful wave,
Leaving behind their scattered traces,
A fleeting memory, a fleeting grave.

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