Humans of Mornings

A seemingly acrobatic pigeon,
perches on the balcony rail.
It has those unkind canny eyes
and its feather suit all ruffled up,
like pretty Pinko's morning hair
when she undoes the curtains of her perfect abode across the porch.
Sensing no harm,
it brings down its other naily-foot.
And I see bandaging and sews,
on one of the foot fork tooth.
It seems this morning
that humanity persists.
Across the porch,
Pinko brews some tea to his lucky man
and a faded golden ballerina walks by..