In the age of the Anthropocene
The Rock Dove holds a place supreme.
While other species are erased,
Debased, displaced and laid to waste
With thumbs opposed or tails prehensile,
It's better yet to be commensal.

Though evolution's a cruel master
The Rock Pigeon sidesteps disaster
Despite the threats the Earth contrives,
While Man survives, the pigeon thrives.
So hail the well-adapted pigeon
To mooch and scrounge is her religion.