Hearing the seagull’s mirthful mutter, the pigeons’ hearts swelled with birdy pride. Almost inaudible over the frothy churn of metal-eating brine, they heard a voice of righteous mischief:
I shit on your wall as I fly right by.
An unexamined commonplace–a literal rite of passage–they’d all done the same about a million times. But there was an undeniable joy there. A routine reinvigorated. If the seagulls can delight in such unbridled joie de vivre, they thought, so shall we.
So shall we.
Humorous and delightful poem! Reminds me to take pleasure in my own moments of “unbridled joie de vivre”.
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