I was outside the train station in the city at night, when a pigeon knocked it's head trying to fly through a glass wall. There were a few people around and we all stopped and watched in horror as it stumbled onto the road, but there were too many cars for anyone to rescue it. Somehow it managed to not get hit--narrowly missing several cars--and as soon as there was a gap in the traffic a man ran out onto the road and saved it. The pigeon squirmed in his hand, so he let it go, away from the road. It seemed fine, and myself and the other passers-by breathed a collective sigh of relief. But the pigeon flew near the road again, stumbled in front of traffic again, and was immediately hit. I cried on the train ride home.
Romi Graham
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