A memorial to my feathery commuting friend
Dear pigeon friend, I am so sorry I could not save you (and yes, I did run around Five Points chasing pigeons to check out their feet). But I fear that MARTA has already killed you with some tasty poisoned treat and now we will never commute together again. And I had high hopes for us, that we could be famous and beat Mike Tyson.
I will miss you.