I don’t know what had gotten into me. I took pictures and left the dying pigeon to the beaks of two flesh-hungry ravens waiting to have what it seemed to be an autumn feast. I wanted to pick the pigeon up but somehow I didn’t. I left in hurry to beat the clock. In my head, ” I gotta see more of Frankfurt!”
And now, my selfishness is killing me. I thought I can hide my feeling and forget about it with all the lovely autumn pictures but I just couldn’t. Seeing pictures I captured at Palmengarten will only remind me of this. I am not sure the fate of the pigeon but I think it’s in heaven now. I hope God can forgive me for not saving it. I know it’s a cycle of life but I could’ve contributed to another cycle where the pigeon could’ve spread the rose seeds where Frankfurt’s Palmengarten would be filled with more roses.
Thought and prayers for the pigeon.