Monday, January 16, 2012
Walk On By
Just when I thought I could get used to the sight of your mangled toes and peg legs, I've started noticing more and more of you limping. A bobbing, greyish bird surveying the sidewalks for questionably culinary treasures is a typical urban visage, but a bird with an off-kilter gait? I cannot bear it. A limping animal taxes my empathy beyond its limits. Because scooping you up and taking you to physical therapy is not an option, I shall cast my gaze elsewhere.
I wish you good fortune in your travels, little bird.