The Sentient Creature Feature
{A Bumbershoot Special Feature}

Laura Garrison

grew up in Erie, Pennsylvania, and currently lives in Maryland with her husband Justin.

Some of her other work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Puffin Circus,  Light Verse Quarterly, Defenestration, Turtle Quarterly, and The Northville Review.

She enjoys climbing trees and taking naps.

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Ode to a Pigeon

The hummingbird sips nectar from a flower;
The goldfinch dines on dainty thistle seeds.
But I have seen you happily devour
A day-old bagel you found in the weeds.
The parrot shines in blue and green and yellow;
The robin is applauded when he sings.
In bruised gray, you’re an unassuming fellow,
And no one listens when you flap your wings.
The swan may grace a wedding invitation;
The chickadee adorns a Christmas card.
But you haunt Central Park and Union Station
And peck at crumbs on Sunset Boulevard.
Though in your club there’s not a single fan,
Still I salute you, feathered Everyman.