the pigeon without feet

i see it every time in the park,

no feet,

just reddish stumps,

maybe torn off

escaping a cruel trap.

it finds broad branches

to land on

beating its wings

‘til it gets the proper placement

for balance.

it joins the crowd

feasting on rice and stale chinese buns

as the crowd tears into the buns

it chooses the rice

low flying jumps

into ample patches.

all its flying

makes its body lean and strong

it grooms itself well.

i wonder

can it get a mate

pass on that will.

@2012 – Vittoria repetto

Posted on August 11, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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