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THE GRIGION PIGRACKLE
THE GRIGION PIGRACKLE
As I walked toward the train station, my mind fluttered over many thoughts.
Ignore them. Ignore them all, I thought. They are merely notes etched into the
'SECOND SCREEN' notepad in the back of my head.
Life exists right here. Right now.
I observe my surroundings. Always.
I live right here right now.
....And so, witnessing the world , as I passed by the TACO CABANNA
into the far edge parking lot of the Park lane train station, a group of at least a couple hundred pigeons wandered around the empty lot. A dozen or so fought over a half-eaten burrito, while another group were content to cooperate over the remnants of a tire-crushed order of nachos.
My eyes gravitated towards one particular bird.
This bird looked like a half-ass pigeon.
The other half appeared to be a grackle.
He possessed the basic shape of a pigeon, but with a dark tinted head,
and a long grackle-shaped beak.
What stood out the most about this creature were its feathers.
Half of the feathers were a light grey, short and smooth, where as the other half of it's feathers stuck out long like black flightless disease.
I had time to meet the train, and so I stared and pondered upon this hybrid being for a few minutes. I began to ponder it's origins and destiny.
I had deduced that it was a male pigrackle, due to it's black feathers, and that it grouped with the pigeons told me that it's mother was a pigeon. That was his clan, his tribe, his family. That is where he grew up and learned who to identify with..
Now....one question remains unanswered within my head.
His grackle father was apparently into pigeons. His father was a grackle, seeking out the soft downy cloaca of another realm. I wondered at that moment if his aviary offspring would take after his father and seek out some pigeon action, or, if by identifying himself as a pigeon, take after his father and seek out some sweet forbidden grackle ass.
.....Train's on the way.......
.....until next time......
........boys and girls.......
As I walked toward the train station, my mind fluttered over many thoughts.
Ignore them. Ignore them all, I thought. They are merely notes etched into the
'SECOND SCREEN' notepad in the back of my head.
Life exists right here. Right now.
I observe my surroundings. Always.
I live right here right now.
....And so, witnessing the world , as I passed by the TACO CABANNA
into the far edge parking lot of the Park lane train station, a group of at least a couple hundred pigeons wandered around the empty lot. A dozen or so fought over a half-eaten burrito, while another group were content to cooperate over the remnants of a tire-crushed order of nachos.
My eyes gravitated towards one particular bird.
This bird looked like a half-ass pigeon.
The other half appeared to be a grackle.
He possessed the basic shape of a pigeon, but with a dark tinted head,
and a long grackle-shaped beak.
What stood out the most about this creature were its feathers.
Half of the feathers were a light grey, short and smooth, where as the other half of it's feathers stuck out long like black flightless disease.
I had time to meet the train, and so I stared and pondered upon this hybrid being for a few minutes. I began to ponder it's origins and destiny.
I had deduced that it was a male pigrackle, due to it's black feathers, and that it grouped with the pigeons told me that it's mother was a pigeon. That was his clan, his tribe, his family. That is where he grew up and learned who to identify with..
Now....one question remains unanswered within my head.
His grackle father was apparently into pigeons. His father was a grackle, seeking out the soft downy cloaca of another realm. I wondered at that moment if his aviary offspring would take after his father and seek out some pigeon action, or, if by identifying himself as a pigeon, take after his father and seek out some sweet forbidden grackle ass.
.....Train's on the way.......
.....until next time......
........boys and girls.......
Published 3rd Nov 2021
| Edited 23rd Nov 2021
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7th Nov 2021 9:21am
I appreciate the few reads, but no comments shows me that I live in a world of racism.
9th Nov 2021 5:26am
This is a true story that I wrote about an encounter many years ago with a real creature.
I wondered about its nature and inner being, although this creature was not of two races , but of two species, I still wondered about it's perception of place in the world
I wondered about its nature and inner being, although this creature was not of two races , but of two species, I still wondered about it's perception of place in the world
