CITY BIRD

     Rainy cold morning.
Men digging trenches for pipes blocking my

regular route west to the grocery store.

     Crossed further down turning my cart south to Spruce. 

    In the middle of the wet sidewalk, head turned backward, 

wings splayed, a poor dead little city Pigeon.

Possibly broke its neck flying into the pub window nearby. 
Looked like it just happened. 

     Poor thing. Plump and smooth. 

     Couldn't leave it there. 

     Carefully lifted the bird in a handful of tissues

from my purse. 

Amazing how little a bird weighs in respect to its size.

Wrapped the Pigeon in some found newspaper and 

placed the package carefully in the parking

lot bin. 

     Best I could do in the middle of the city

on a rainy morning. 

     Rest in peace gentle city Bird.