Feeding the Birds

I’ve never wanted to be anything other than myself except for maybe being your person specifically, but the appeal of being a house cat or some other equally lounging, peaceful animal has never exactly captured me in any great way. That was until I saw her feeding birds and then I thought perhaps I’d like to be a brown and gray pigeon that lives on all the ledges of the city, and frequents the power lines above the park bench to gossip and catch up with all my fellow avian brothers. She had brought her to-go container from Felini’s and was feeding 30 birds crostinis with tomato sauce which I don’t even particularly like but she would smile and speak her word’s of encouragement saying, “come on loves, crostini is best enjoyed with tomato you’ll love the contrast in flavor.” Now I don’t know that much about what kind of lives pigeons lead or if crostini really is best enjoyed with tomato sauce but I would imagine it’s the sweetest kind of life when someone like her comes to treat you to an Italian meal at 2 o’clock on a Saturday afternoon