But listen. Let\'s think about Pigeons.
Pigeons are everywhere. Oh, Pigeons! They\'re ordinary enough, common
To most. They\'re always there when you roam the streets, you
Look and find some trace of them. Nests, splatters. One living, breathing but flying
Away when you get too invested. But Children in their curiosity
Always come too close.
And then they get rejected. Pigeons will always move away.
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But that isn\'t the point, my friend.
Pigeons are observant. Yes, Pigeons. They notice when you approach, when
You have something valuable and when you don\'t. With their 360-degree vision, they see
the parts you hide, the ring behind your back, the flowers you give to lovers
Or little Children making daisy chains. Children go to collect their gifts and
Always come too close.
And then get punished. Pigeons will always peck open scars.
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You still don\'t see why? (why I can\'t say it)
Pigeons are more than common. Always Pigeons. They are magnificent beings, flaunting their
Wealth of prized feathers that ruffle in the wind, catching sunlight and holding it
In their beaks when singing performances. They enrapture all that see them, even when
The Ordinary pretend they despise. Children follow the Pigeons around, watch them perform,
Always coming too close.
And then the Pigeons stay. But only ever for a while.
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Don\'t you understand?
Pigeons are too good for Ordinaries. Pigeons, with small frames holding heavy weights no one
Stops to consider. They always hide their truth until someone looks close enough. then they see
And the Ordinary stay. Yet only Children, with hearts so pure and longing decide to
Always get too attached.
And then they learn the Pigeons never cared. They only flaunt for the food in Children\'s hands.
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Do you see now? Good.
Because Pigeons are never steadfast.
But it was never about simple pigeons at all.