I noticed earlier that the pigeons
in this park are all fat;
they waddle and bob their heads
like all pigeons do,
but they are fat,
when folks are struggling
to put the next meal on the table,
if they still have the table,
if they haven't sold it to pay the rent;
the pigeons go about their
seemingly without a care,
but that's when I realize,
that their pigeon-business,
every minute of every day,
is simply the business of
staying alive -- not getting killed,
not getting mauled by a fox
or a coyote -- plus the constant
search for food, which must be
consumed when found --
and I realize that if all I did was that,
I would probably be a fat pigeon too.
June 1, 2009.
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