the pigeon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Life, death, and a crepe.

Submitted: December 20, 2010

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Submitted: December 20, 2010



I took a long wander on my way home. Hungry, I chose to stop and eat at a small crepe shop which I'd passed every day on my commute to work at an old job.

I ordered and sat down to read by the window. After reading for a few minutes I looked up and noticed a dead pigeon on the sidewalk directly in front of me. It had just died. It lay on its back, wings and legs held close, staring into infinity. A small pool of blood had formed under its head--- it must have flown into the same window I was looking out of.

I sat there for a few minutes, contemplating how simple and fleeting life is once it's over. When my crepe came, I found it hard to look at the bird and eat at the same time, so I didn't look up for a few minutes.

When I looked up again the bird was gone. In its place was a pile of mulch no bigger than a pigeon.

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