Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Pigeons Under a Bridge

It’s getting dark and the ground is wet

Someone has splattered yellow paint across the buildings

The whine of a squeaky wheel

Sounds more like rats than birds

Pigeons in the underbelly of the overpass

Violent flutters and pecks

They are all attacking one

He jumps and flaps as they push in closer

Trying to stay on the rail

What is it about him?

Why doesn’t he fight back?

Or just fly away?

You could ask the same of any of us

I threw a rock to make them take flight

But it did nothing to break the attack

As I looked for another rock on the ground

It occurred to me

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