by Monster

Created on: January 16, 2008

Noisy, pesky birds traveling in herds. With the drop of a crumb, they come flying in one large mass a big blob of feathers and avid hunger. They swoop in from all directions, completely obliviating anything in their path, be it peoples heads or other birds.

Pigeons.

They sound like another breed that I have heard of a human breed. With the drop of a free deal, they come running from all directions. Completely destroying anything in their path, be it you or me.

"Free Cheese! Fifty Percent Off! On Sale! Going Out of Business!"

With the announcing of these words, it is hopeless. Anything in their way will be trampled.

City folk.

I cannot help but think of the similarities between the two city folk and pigeons. They say that both animals and humans learn to behave by the people they are around most. Your mother and father were the first ones there and you observed them speaking, walking, eating, using the washroom. You learned it from them.

Pigeons are constantly surrounded by city folk. And city folk are constantly surrounded by pigeons. So who taught who to be ravenous and foolish? Was it the birds or the people? Did we teach them or did they teach us?

As I say this, tunnel vision' comes to mind. As you walk along the sidewalk, you are bombarded by a large group of people, all heading in the same direction at the same time. You are almost down, being struck on the left getting smacked on the right. Nobody seems to see anything but that sidewalk directly in their path. If you happen to be in it, get the hell out of the way.

Miraculously, you get through this tide, alive. But don't get your hopes up. In comes another!

A wave of pigeons come flying over your head making a dive completely out of their way, almost knocking you flat on your bottom. Did they see you? Or did they just want to see you freak out? I'm not really sure both possibilities seem plausible.

It makes me wonder, did we really come from monkeys?

What about rush hour? City folk pack into subway trains, pushing everyone taking a bite out of each other with their sharp little beaks. "Get out of my space!" Throw in a crouton in come the pigeons. "Get out of my space!", they say. "This is mine!".

Now that I think about it, being packed into a subway train gives me the impression of being a sardine. So, just guess what my next comparison will be about?

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