9:15 am: Eyes fell on something. I rushed nearer.
9:13 am: Morning stroll maybe beneath the clouds.
9:16 am: Few strokes of pain.
9:15 and few seconds later: It falls slowly, flying now for gravity.
9:15 am: Electric shocks passed through. Interrupted the beats.
9:16 am: It meets destiny, stares at it.
9:18 am: Watchman picks it up and moves on.
9:14 am: I saw a pigeon flying, against gravity.
Time
Ephemeral.
Life.
Celebrate
Death.
I saw it alive, maybe I did see it dying, maybe more.
Only if we knew.
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