It’s 5,30 in the morning.
I can’t sleep.
They read my blog.
The pigeons, they read my blog.
Must do.
Since I had my rant….nothing.
Not a sound.
That’s why I’m awake early,
Too quiet.
Far too quiet.
Spookily quiet.
It’s just like they have disappeared.
But they haven’t !
They are still there.
Just silent.
I know they are there.
I look out my window and there is a pigeon.
Just sitting there.
Looking at me.
On the opposite roof.
Just looking at me.
Bastard.
Not a sound.
Just looking.
I can hear other pigeons in the distance.
But near me – nothing!
What are they up to?
It’s a war of attrition.
Attrition and silence.
I peek.
He’s still there.
Just sitting.
Doing nothing.
Sitting.
Looking at me.
Since I wrote about them – silence.
But I’ve developed a cough.
That day in fact.
At first just niggly.
Now it’s getting worse.
A racking cough.
Tears to my eyes cough.
Bird flu!
The bastards have given me bird flu!
I knew they were up to something.