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it looked right at me

i once had a bb gun

it was really cool because it could shoot way far

like,

to the moon probably.

 

i showed it to my friend thomas.

he thought it was cool too

and then we decided to go look for things to shoot.

we shot at some cans

and some pinecones

and then we drew a bullseye on a piece of wood.

 

that was fun for a little bit.

 

then i had to go home.

on my way back i saw some pigeons sitting on a telephone wire

i don't know what i thought.

maybe i was thinking "what's one less pigeon?"

i don't know.

 

i fired one shot and wings were alive with fright

they clapped like thunder in my ears as the bird tried to fly away

it started to fall from the wire

i think maybe

that this was the longest moment in my life.

the wings which had served that small creature so well were useless

now

i could have sworn it looked at me

 

i don't know why pigeon.

i'm so sorry.

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Apr 10, 2010
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