In what ways do you or don’t you fit in with others? How are
you “odd”, different, unique?
Walking my bike over the narrow foot bridge
That crosses the LA River,
I see a man leaning on the railing
Looking at the water and wildlife below,
A pigeon quietly sitting at his elbow.
He not feeding her or making other overtures.
Just companions for each other.
I slow my pace,
Wanting to not frighten the bird,
And remark to him about his feathery friend.
“She’s here every morning.
She doesn’t fit in the flock”,
He says with a smile,
“And neither do I.”
So it’s their morning ritual
To keep each other company.
“We odd birds need to hang out together”
I say to him.
He smiles, and nods.
I smile and continue on my way.
Bibi
Caspari © 6/29/17
