Day 53- 11.8.20
The pigeon's chest cavity
was split like a grapefruit
when I found it there
on the side of the road
in the shade of a redwood.
Worse even, its head was
nowhere to be found.
No beak, no eyes, no little scalp
and no remnants of them either.
It was clean yet--the scene.
Apart from the hole in its chest,
there was no blood nor signs of
distress, no feathers strewn from a fight
nor proof of a devastating crash.
It was as if this open, headless pigeon
had been placed at the scene, rather than
having experienced catastrophe there.
It was curious and strange and
left me feeling numb
in a new corner of my mind.