Pigeons

I hate it when people kick or shoo pigeons, refer to them as ugly or laugh at their poor limping gait. I have no idea how to treat a beautiful creature in that way. I see the iridescent sheen on their necks and the uniqueness of each of their distinctive plumage. When they are not rushing around on the pavement like hurried business men their occasional flights demonstrate grace and acrobatic skill in the air- even the ones who've lost a toe or foot can angelically glide on the invisible thermal currents above us. They are urban sprites in the same family as the symbolic and adored dove descended from the noble rock pigeons bred for racing, companionship and their beauty. It seems a shame if we can't appreciate their patterned plumage and cheeky attitudes. Here they are religious symbols; dirty bodies in juxtaposition to the purity and ethereal beauty of youth... but the contrast is illusory the children like the pigeons are depicted with the reverence i deem appropriate for expressing the purity and beauty of both of these urban sprites.