Three pigeons watching a procession

Were perched on a phone wire

I saw them from afar when my gaze moved from the corpse

We walked at a pace that made you really enjoy your surroundings

They probably didn't have that in mind and just wanted all the old people to keep up

I hate walking like if I'm walking to the bathroom holding it in

We get to cover so little ground when we walk like that

They probably didn't think it through when they started processions

"I think those people are chasing that car!" cooed the first pigeon

"We need to help them catch it, maybe they'll give us food!" cooed the last pigeon

"They are walking behind the car, one of their own has died

I was told of this strange behavior by my mother" cooed slowly the middle perched pigeon