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I think today I saw something so natural in such an un-natural place that it actually scared me.
There was a pidgeon, limping and sapped of any sort of vitality, or that fractious energy that pidgeons give off. It had clearly flown into something, or been attacked by god-knows-what. Anyway, it's insides were hanging out of it's body, the way you see a fallen soldier in some epic war movie like Saving Private Ryan. It landed, or rather, gave up and fell with an usual grace onto the ground near the bus stop bench. It hobbled over to the inside of the legs of the bench, and sat and quietly tried to cover it's wound. Something about the sight of this filthy, unwanted, thing that's almost like background scenery, the way skyscrapers and starbucks coffeehouses are in this city, something that usually seems so uniform, if you've seen one pidgeon you've seen them all, to see it give up and actually watch it start dying.
It made me want to fucking cry.
There was a pidgeon, limping and sapped of any sort of vitality, or that fractious energy that pidgeons give off. It had clearly flown into something, or been attacked by god-knows-what. Anyway, it's insides were hanging out of it's body, the way you see a fallen soldier in some epic war movie like Saving Private Ryan. It landed, or rather, gave up and fell with an usual grace onto the ground near the bus stop bench. It hobbled over to the inside of the legs of the bench, and sat and quietly tried to cover it's wound. Something about the sight of this filthy, unwanted, thing that's almost like background scenery, the way skyscrapers and starbucks coffeehouses are in this city, something that usually seems so uniform, if you've seen one pidgeon you've seen them all, to see it give up and actually watch it start dying.
It made me want to fucking cry.