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Pidgeon Foot

He hops & skips at my feet.

Searching tarmac for discarded worms.
One foot, one stump.

Reviled by most who walk past unseeing.
I drop a crumb.

Giving him only more reason to pursue his urban dream.
Silly city pidgeon.

Little pidgeon you dont belong in the city.
I have fed not you but a misguided pursuit.

Send your chicks to the country.
Where they will hop & skip in joy not deformity.

He hops & skips at my feet. I blink and walk on.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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