The pigeon man fills his hands, with morsels caked in time
He pilfers through the garbage can, so birds will flock to dine
Talons cling to threadbare skin, impervious to tears
Grownups judge while children grin, as droppings drench his hair
Treasured by this vagrant, is bond of bird and man
I stroll on by and catch his eye, crumbs ready in my hand
Filled with shock, as pigeons flock to safety in the trees
Will morsels mend, the loss off friends? My palm extends with “please”
He claps his hands, birds understand and return to greet their master
Clawed with tickles, as white poo trickles, our faces fill with laughter
I am a Pediatric Occupational therapist from Australia who moved to New York to work as an Aupair for a family with a child with Autism. Motivated by a need to understand Autism from the perspective of a parent, I took a pay cut for an invaluable personal journey.
Understanding human behavior and then providing an art form for personal growth has been my recent love. I write poetry, blogs and societal critiques aimed at raising awareness for injustice. Thinking is the first step to changing.
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