The Bird

There was once a fat pigeon
Sitting on the white line
Between the two lanes of traffic
Just sitting there.
When I saw it in the road
I didn't try to avoid it
I assumed it would fly away
But it didn't
So I had to swerve
And my car going by so fast
Made the bird roll
Into the other lane
The car in that lane hit it
It looked at my face and blinked
Right before I passed it
I know it saw me
That bird will haunt me forever.

October 26, 2005

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