a bird and a witness

All the passerines still bathe

In the misty morning fountains

That adorn the many parks

Just outside, where you won‘t go

You stopped caring for the pigeons

When you last produced a handful

Of the crumbs, you shouldn‘t feed them

But you did, to your chagrin

On your way to work, hungover

You were waiting for the bus

Eating pastries, and a bird came

It annoyed you, so you kicked it

And a witness came to scold you

When your head was not quite right

So you told her to fuck off

And it haunted you for ages