The Small God of West 54th St.

Pigeon Guy is doing his best, but protecting his brothers isn’t as easy as the rest of the council seems to think.

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    I didn’t get up to go inspect the body. I just sat on the bench and watched forlornly, running a hand through my hair. I’m pretty thankful I have arms and legs and all that human stuff, because if it weren’t for that I’d be getting crushed under tires just like my little boys.

    That night when I got home, I lit a candle to commemorate another fallen bird. I’m not sure why. The birds don’t know that I mourn for them. But I think perhaps it makes me feel a little better.