We are gathered here today

to mourn the passing of yet another fallen hero

selfishly abandoned on Britain’s streets.

The carcass of the picked open raven coloured cover

that provides, at best mediocre shelter, but to whom so many

of us gathered round the pavement of our beloved city,

a natural habitat and environment for it to flourish

and thrive in,

are thankful to be seen with, to use as a weapon

as we hold it far too low and are able to pluck the eyes