A Pigeon Strutting
It cannot be anything about pride.
The forward thrust with every step.
More about balance. I do it, too.
But it's not seen in my stride. Mind
over matter, as they say. But I walk.
Through this world I put best foot
forward. And I'll shake your hand -
Ever mindful of falling off a ledge.
Often I will put clothes on, prior to
differing from the pigeon only in the
pecking at the pavement below us.
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