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
It stood on one leg
The left foot had something on it
Like old gum
It looked diseased
The bird puffed its chest out big and grey
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
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.