Pigeon Hunters Poem

Pigeon Hunters

Tan Tran and his partner, the rookie Darren Hall,

Were driving down the laneway, waiting for a call.

Tan the scourge of dealers, throughout the skid road beat,

When the druggies see him coming, they turn and then beat feet.

No mercy is his motto, ahead full, is his speed,

Darren is the new guy, the kinder, gentler breed.

Suddenly a pigeon, flew right at their grill,

Thump and crunch it hit them, then lay there very still.

“Tiger” Tran then stopped the car, a strange thing happened there,

The pigeon started flapping then, to get back in the air.

Tan and Darren then agreed, that something must be done,

One reached for a blanket, the other for his gun.

A member nearly brought to tears, by the injured pigeon’s plight,

The other one was ready to, end the struggling birdie’s fight.

Tan kneeled beside the pigeon, and with one large muscled arm,

Cradled the poor pigeon, to protect from further harm.

Darren then took out his ASP, and took the pigeon in his hand,

Gave it one great mighty whack, and dispatched it from this land.

Took a walk on down the lane, to dump the body off and leave,

In the closest, handy dumpster, no time for Tan to grieve.

The boys are back on duty, drug dealers best beware,

No place that they can go to, to avoid the erstwhile pair.

“Batman” Hall can deal with them, ASP all set to play,

Then “Tiger” Tran can patch ‘em up, and send them on their way.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 00-09-09 (192)