Did you see him? Did you see that man upon the ledge above the street? What would happen if he would be to fall? What name would he cry aloud as his heart whispered words too swiftly for his lips to speak What would be his last hope His last wish His last memory As his body hit and slightly jumped A woman gawked and stared A siren sounded in the distance What would be found if one would seek to find The contents of that dead man's pocket Would it be a letter of love to the o

I don't know if pigeons mate for life Do they argue over groceries, or fret about the weather? Shouldn't they be brow beaten and humbled...