Amidst the ruined halls of times long gone, A flock of feral pigeons roost and thrive, Their coos and cooing echoes on and on.

In ceilings high, they make their nests and hide, And strut with pride upon the broken tiles, Amidst the ruined halls of times long gone.

The building stands, a ghostly sight, beside A busy street, forgotten by the miles, Their coos and cooing echoes on and on.

Yet in its walls, a new life has arisen, A family thrives, untamed and free, In ceilings high, they make their nests and hide.

And as the people rush from place to place, These pigeons find a home in this lost space, Their coos and cooing echoes on and on.

So let these feathered friends remain untold, In this abandoned hospital of old.

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