I sat in the square in El Paso
My way back West –
The Southwest, that is.
I stayed in a hotel a chunk
Overpriced. King sheets on
a Queen bed, devoured me
During the night. Mermaid feet
In a hotel bed — strange enough.
Sheets tucked so tight.
On the park bench the next day,
I met The Pigeons. It started
With one very scraggly
Looking guy. His soft coo
Making him not so ugly, anymore.
A teensy crumb I threw on the
Ground —- A cinnamon bun. Not
Like the warm sweetness of an
Airport one.
The rest is history. Me –
A Pigeon Lady down at
The border. I couldn’t help
But laugh at the sight.
Dozens of Pigeons at my feet.
At least I was out of those
Damn sheets. I gazed over
To my right and shared a
Moment. A homeless
Man in El Paso –
Giggling. In my delight.
Signed,
A gal that does not identify as Bird
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