Walk On By
Open Letter to Pigeons of San Francisco:
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.
Sincerely,
A Friend
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.
Sincerely,
A Friend
I am TOTALLY with you on this. Pigeons are inherently sad, with their beady eyes and "I got no arms!" head-bobbing. Toss in a mangled leg and if these things could ask for money I'd burn through my paycheck before I got home.
ReplyDeleteOh, but you must have empathy for the birds whose toes get cut off due to sitting on cable lines. Poor squab, I mean, pigeon.
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