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One way begins here, where 
two young children 
haze 
a younger one 
with squirtguns.

A fourth, 
as I role by 
stares at me with indifference.

The pigeon, 
one wing badly broken 
soon garners both our stares.

Hazing failed to bring 
happiness to the two young kids; 
only tears to the third.

The pigeon has 
crossed the street 
in front of my car 
and now walks slowly 
down the sidewalk.

It too falls victim 
to the squirtguns 
as the third child ceases his crying 
and the fourth stares 
as I drive slowly away, 
wondering, 
perhaps, if 
we are all still indifferent as to each other's presence.

Hugh Kingston's questions:

1. I can never think of titles for my pieces. Do you think it needs a tilte? If so, what?

2. Does calling the kids "the third" and "the fourth" etc. detract or add to the poem?

3. Are the transitions between the stanzas too abrupt?

Thanks