Death and the Pigeon
Walking to a morning meeting I spied a pigeon landing oddly on the street, he instantly tried to flap away but somehow had broken his wings or legs. His flapping had him dragging his body across the street with his outstretched wings. I couldn't bring myself to put him out of his misery, but I suspect he wouldn't last long.
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