Pigeon Shit

I remember being in a train station.

There was this pigeon

It landed next to me

like it was trying to impress a lady pigeon

Or something

It stood on one leg

The left foot had something on it

Something old

Like old gum

It looked diseased

Sickly

Misshapen

The bird puffed its chest out big and grey

and green

and blue

and pink

If you look hard enough there’s a lot of colours

Even in the ugly places.

The bird was carrying the memories of a nervous traveller or an anxious waiting lover

Poor pigeon

Carrying all that human emotion around like a ball and chain

But he still puffed his chest like a god

Like a pigeon god of misfortune

A Hades pigeon.

He was beautiful in defiance.

He looked me square in the eyes

“you ain’t shit!

You ain’t nothing but pigeon shit!”

Brave little god pigeon.

We both heard the weight of your left foot

Missing the ground.

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