Hollering
at the Pigeons!
It wasn't just a
smidgeon. He was hollering at the
pigeons! It was like he had some kind of
invention to make them pay attention and so to my dismay they seemed to listen
to what he had to say.
It was just him and his
empty grocery cart right there in front of Wal-Mart. The sign he wrote was a simple quote where he
silently yelped for help but there was no one there with which to hold a
conversation. So I guess his mind
proposed to squeak what he had to speak to those with feathered beaks and so
the words were heard by the birds.
Though he may have
looked to be disturbed his meaning would never be kicked to the curb. It wasn't like he was delirious and what was
said seemed to be quite serious. It was
like the flock took stock and so with his permission they were happy to
listen. The day was gray but not hazy
and he didn't appear to be the least bit crazy.
It was as if he existed
in a reality of normality even though the picture begged to differ from what
was usually painted but the image was not tainted. From what I could see he had achieved chi and
so he and his companions were completely free.
It was as if on a whim they decided to fly with him . It was as if the world gave pause for Santa
Clause where he had no misgivings about what he was thankful to be giving.
Though he strived he
was glad to be alive and it was as if the pigeons knew and so in celebration
they flew on cue. It was as if he had choreographed
a play that made bright the day and so there was no despair and he made me feel
happy to be there. It was as if he added
zest to the moist fresh air and so there was no strain from the moistening of
the rain.
Though the world
continued spinning it did not stop him from skinning and grinning. What he said was better than the bits of
bread his new found friends had been fed.
There were more than visions of sugarplums dancing in his head and all
you had to do was look into the dye of the sky and you could see why. The wings of the pigeons exploded as if it
were the Fourth of July. You will never
witness a more cheerful guy who had more than a smidgeon to say to the pigeons.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When to the birds he perhaps called for the
first day of fall!
September 22nd,
2016
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