Pigeons at the airport

Pigeons at the airport, the paradox,
Science and industry aid our flight while their habitat got lost,
Like Native Americans in ballcaps and blue jeans,
They wander asunder and adapt to unfamiliar foreign scenes,
Trapped but unable to change things and needs,
Concrete structures poured into forms with greed,
While birds peck through trash and scraps,
And avoid spikes in gutters and roofs - traps.