Sunday, with the airs of a pandemic shot pigeon fluttering its wings to take off Into the sky and never look back, its beak is masked, claws enveloped in plastic sheaths and its wings noisily bleed of helplessness.
In the grander scheme of things it's just a little piece of nobody as pretty as the pigeon might see itself each day, watching life bow down under it's heavy weight of privilege.
Amidst the pandemic it's just another bleeding bird unable to take off.
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