Leonardo loved their lunging. Swiftly diving, twisting Masters currying the currents: His favorites in flight, he Drew them, drew from them. Old man with paper bag Keeps his daily date with this brood, Throws mercy to the dirty, Smiles as they laugh together. Carillon tower scatters blessings from above, Releases sweet peals and flings wings Displaced and dispatched, to proclaim Sunday's glory in aerial acrobatics. They never miss the wild, a rock ledge, When city shelves and squares Feed all; flocks of fornicating Flyers find urban life fulfilling. Fledgling's sooty emerald neck impossibly twists: With his red eye fixed, he sleeps in the open Unconcerned with passages. St. Mark's bells toll the Matins and Wake him; the mating game begins Under the auspices of papal regalia. He struts clucks coos woos her; She flutters, flustered by his preening, succumbs. Another pedestrian kicks away As a wash of wings sings upwards of wind, of sins, Of the Mercy of the Almighty That keeps the sparrow fed.