I park in the same parking garage every day. One day, as I arrive for work, I notice a dead pigeon. I only give it a glancing thought, wondering how it died, and walked on.
That evening as I walked through the garage I noticed the dead bird was still there. But now, a live, black bird was watching it. Did they know each other? Do pigeons (are there black ones) mate for life? Is it hungry?
The next day I pay it no mind until, returning from a mid-day errand, I note that someone has placed flowers by the bird. Roses. Note thrown or dropped, but layed there. A wierldy sentimental gesture for sure.
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