I saw a dead pigeon
I saw a dead pigeon and the way it lay held sway over my thoughts today; So peaceful, not akimbo, not on its back with claws raking dead air, No screwed up head, screwed up eyes, no tongue out. It was as if it had just nested down, tucked its wings in, put its head down and went to sleep. It looked so natural and peaceful. I nudged it to see if it might still be alive, a silly thought because it was so cold out and it was in the middle of a large open lot, not a place one would expect to see a pigeon sleeping. The way it slid, when I nudged it, so light, like a feather, told me that life had left. Yet in its death there seemed a beauty, a peace, with smooth, silent gray feathers flat against its stilled body. The way it lay held sway over my thoughts today. Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 07:38 AM PST, same as above 0 • 13
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