The Pigeon in Us

there is a small room, attached to my work room
a sort of store-room, where i keep all the not-frequently-needed stuff

the only entry to this smaller room is through the work room
and it doesn't have any windows

today, a pigeon decided to walk in through the main entrance
and into the smaller room. i noticed it only when it was well into the room

it's been there ever since, litterally shit-scared
because every time i approach it, it starts panicking
jumps all over the place and starts to shit, out of fear i think
the floor is by now a patchwork of multicoloured feces

the only way it can get out of the room is by deciding to face it's own fears
and for better or for worse venture towards the main exit

left to itself, there is no other way, either it will make this choice
or it will die in that little room, for the lack of a little courage

i am trying my very best to make the conditions favourable
by keeping quiet, by leaving the doors open, putting out the lights
not listening to music, and staying out altogether for hours
yet nothing has worked till now

if i don't intervene, and leave the final choice with the pigeon alone
i wonder, if it will ever find courage enough to walk out on its own

and when i come to think of it, so it is with us, humans
we sometimes walk into these little rooms . . .