A blunder of feathers and tawny soft claws, a duck footed pigeon where he shouldn't have been, bleak and unknowing. I could have helped, as the risk of a moment. Could have flipped on hazards and moved the little one aside, a seconds hesitation the car continued gliding by and on the way home I hear tales of people we once cared for, now dont. Not out problem anymore, these Syrian children with the same pigeon eyes.
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