City's beating heart, a grey-clad sentinel.
winged grace, comic-faced, yet objectionable.
A messenger, a precursor of fanciful tales
brushed up by urban winds, setting sails.
Bustling human streets provide isotach soaring
an outpouring of nuisance thoughts, unadoring.
A scavenger, a subtle dancer on the city's stage
iridescent, with a watchful eye, colourful sage.
A soft yet ungentle voice, repetitive, annoying,
our peaceful occupation, vocally destroying.
Skyscraper weaver, a fleeting ghost
vacates reluctantly, city cliffs for the coast.
Twilight's glow, hidden nest sought
a sanctuary, an asylum, where respite is brought.
Silhouetted starkly against darkening skies
an urban symbol and a marksman's prize.
This traveller seeks a safe landing aerodrome,
to be cradled in concrete canyons, a place to call home
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