7/13/2009
Hello Mr. Pigeon,
My wandering, scavenging brother.
You look nice and plump today
Strolling along the un-cobbled stones
Set crooked and jagged along the path,
Inlaid with treasures, your treats;
Little gem flakes and crusts and crumbs
Make this buffet my pathway.
What? So quickly a goodbye?
But, I just said “Hi.”
Oh, I see – off to another feed.
Always pecking, searching, eating,
Looking, finding, fighting
For that next tiny morsel.
Why so much effort?
It is just one tiny, trodden trinket
Left unaware and uncared
By some passerby.
But I know.
It’s your life
To constantly seek;
To constantly intake;
To constantly consume
Every little leftover piece,
Whatever you can get.
And to you that forsaken crumb
Is a little piece of heaven.
Something worth begging for;
Something worth fighting for.
And for you that is enough.
I bet you wouldn’t even know what to do
With a whole hamburger-
(Although I am sure you sometimes dream
About such a rich patty and crisp lettuce,
Milky cheese and juicy tomatoes).
Is it greed or need that motivates you
To peck around for that next speck?
Oh, I have been mistaken
In thinking I am so much better.
With my fine china
And clean cutlery;
With food aplenty-
Yes, even that dream food of yours!
That I lackadaisically pick around
And leave lukewarm, uneaten to throw out in the trash.
Just when I thought I was blessed
I met you.
Goodbye, Mr. Pigeon.
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