Perched perky atop a grimy conduit,
Out of reach across the lines,
Warbling a train’s approach he ruffles,
Puffs, then hefting cloudbound, chirrups
Laughter at my leaden feet.
He goes up and I go underground,
Where rats from the suicide pit
Stare greedy pinpoints, seen-it-all eyes,
Scurry freely down the lines and chitter
Laughter at my ticket.