Walking to Work
Every morning on my way to work I want to kick a pigeon. I walk that sweet morning walk from the 1400 block of light down to the Alex Brown building. It's the most wonderful part of the day. It's the sweetest time I have. I walk past the harbor. I walk past the homeless people still sleeping in abandoned small sub shops doorways and on wooden benches outside of retail restaurants. I walk past the pigeons and I want to kick them. I walk past the seagulls who remind me of happy anger.
A seagull's eyes are blue and black. The eyes of silver death that aren't afraid to stare at you. While the pigeon clucks along as a chicken looking for it's next kernel, the seagull's head is erect into the air smelling and feeling the breeze. It looks up and when it wants the pigeon's food it merely takes it. The white mad eyed bird swoops in and takes the chicken bone or the napkins with crumbs. It then flies back to a perch where it can keep feeling the harbor and the environment.
A pigeon will walk next to you as if it has a right to share the pavement. These are God's creatures of disease. Rats of the air thinking that I won't kick the wind out of their body. They waddle in front of me thinking I won't smash the light bones of the mindless, food searching, and peasant bird.
The seagull is much more careful in it's approach. Although it has been semi-engulfed by our bread tossing people to believe it is not in danger. The gull has a rogue look to it. It has the ability to fly out to the sea and sit in the water as its warm jellied underbelly protects it from the frigid water.
