I saw a pigeon in the square
Hunched on one leg against the world.
The other, worn to tender stump & bare -
feathers badly ruffled, stubborn wing unfurled
attempting to take care of what remained.
I wondered if it was in any way aware
of its own terminal decline.
It made me think of mine.
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