Frankenstein Prose..
"Ferocious beasts, those pigeons.. fluttering about like living bubbles of love. I bet you I could hold one and the worst it would do to me is have a heart attack.. I say they are little critters of love only hungry and looking for love. Coo-coo-coohhh they say as if to lull me into a dream, feed me or else we will cry big, glistening, watery tears of pain.. but I have none. No food for these little ferocious avian cooers, none.. but I go get them food sometimes, the sneak that I am.. sometimes I feed them and they are happy. It makes me feel good knowing the beasts of the forest are at bay for just one more day, have you ever heard of a pigeon murdering a person? Not yet.. but they will. The murders will start and there will only be a pigeon feather left behind as a calling card, so feed the birds please.. show them that we care or one day it will just be us, and that will be a lonely world."
Feed the birds - A Frankenstein Prose Poem by eUë
