“In order to see
birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”
― Robert Lynd
soaring over the dirt-covered city
fluttering wings in the carbon-dioxide-kissed air
pigeons integrated into our urban con(de)struction
became an extension of us
so interlaced that we turned blind to them, unless a child or a young-spirited adult, disturbs their peaceful coo.
is it the pigeons’ art of harmonizing with our overwhelmingly fast-altering state? that they have learned to live among us, without invasion?
or is it the spectrum of our invasion tolerance? will we go after pigeons similar to the horrific massacre we brought upon bunnies?
perhaps pigeons escape to the skies with this fear.
who is the pest, us or them?
maybe we are merely two species desperately grasping onto procreation in avoidance of extinction.
and sacrifice each other we shall if we must …