Animals: They were here first
Never a Lonely Pigeon
Pigeons don’t sit on the sidelines
They take seats front and center
Sauntering down sidewalks
among the hurried crowds
Strolling through parks
meandering the paths
in between our lives
I often notice pigeons
perched wing-to-wing on utility wires
usually above main intersections.
I asked my daughter why as we drove by
“It’s probably the heat from car exhaust,” she says
“It’s a hot summer day,” I counter, “They’re not cold.
They’re obviously playing some sort of game.
Like license plate. Remember that one?”
She rolls her eyes and turns the radio up.
I live in the wilderness of an urban life
Seagulls bow in grace atop the poles
Pigeons dance along the power lines
Robins perch on the topmost twigs,
always looking up, chirping hope.
Crows screech across the chaos
as the golden eagle sits silently
upon the uppermost branch of the tallest pine
on the other side of the parking lot
the rarest of my occasional visitors
in his moment, he slowly rises up, spreading his great wings
I look up as he flies directly overhead
his golden belly gleaming in the sun.
Hummingbirds fly straight up like helicopters
launched from an invisible pad below
hovering at my window
just long enough to catch my eye.
One morning steeped in sadness
I heard a great fluttering outside my window
a noise loud enough to overtake my sobs
I looked up to see dozens of small starlings
covering the wild vine surging from the roof below
their wings flapping furiously in applause,
“Bravo! Bravo! You can get though this! Keep going!”
One day a tiny bug alighted
on the back of my hand
as if that was its landing strip
I didn’t brush it off
happy to have an uninvited guest.