Sage, Soulless Pigeon
Today I had the pleasure of watching a pigeon shit in front of me while I was at the bus stop. While he was popping said squat on the middle of Smithfield street, he looked at me with those souless, evil eyes (common to most of the avian species) as if to say “For bodily functions I shame have not. Shame are you.”
Pigeons apparently also lack shame for their piss-poor use of the English language.
In that moment, while locking eyes with this unintelligent scavenger, I suddenly felt at one with the world around me.
You know, with nature.
The breeze seemed to whisper as it whistled past my ears. The bright, winter sun bounced from my retinas to create little pools of colorful joy around me. It felt like a sign - a reminder that I, too, am nature and am merely a part of this wonderful world around me. And so if this bird can shit out in the open, proud of nature’s powerful cycle, then why can’t I do the same? I mean, if I really have to go then why should I - or any of us - have to feel ashamed for squatting beside a dumpster? It’s just part of the cycle.
A beautiful, beautiful cycle.
