As the sun sank low,  
Golden hues did glow.  
Rock the Pigeon stood,  
In his rooftop hood.  
With a mic in sight,  
He was ready, bright.  

Drumming like a star,  
Feathered Ringo, far.  
Cats howled in dismay,  
Squirrels danced away.  

Joy burst from his beak,  
Rhythms bold and sleek.  
Neighbors gathered 'round,  
To hear the sweet sound.  

With each beat he played,  
All their worries swayed.  
Pigeons can be grand,  
With a rockin' band!  

So when dusk descends,  
And the day now ends,  
Remember this show,  
Where the pigeons glow!  

In the city’s heart,  
Rocking is an art.  
With a wink and cheer,  
He’ll be back next year!  

Poem/Lyrics By: Karri Levens