Tribute to the pigeons in my home

Bad poem but still an attempt

I want to pen a song
Which won't be long
About the birds in my home
Which they consider as their dome

House is a mess due to them
They have caused already enough mayhem
Working in tandem
They are the ones to blame

All the time throughout the day
I try to shoo them away
But they are scared
Of the vulture outside
Ready to prey

Maid doesn't clean their shit
Even though I insist
I take control of the mop
So that tiles look clean and top
I clean them before they catch the attention of mom
Otherwise, useless would be 6 months stay at home

As I told you this won't be long,
I end this here and get ready to
go somewhere I belong.