an ode to the silly pigeon who sat on my cactus.

uninvited you

left excrements on the floor

and yet when you sat on the cactus I brought from my grandma’s house I was worried for your wings and couldn’t be mad

and you taught me a lesson

that an enemy is an enemy until I remember they’re not

I cleaned your dung and washed the floors and you fly free again

and I’m glad you’re gone