I want and pigeon

The dreaded I want syndrome. Many people have had brushes with them, I know I have. But having it in a situation where one have to travel miles, for issues which would have been effectively discussed without the need for personal contact, might seem totally ridiculous.

But of course it's all about relative power. I can ask you to do what I want due to the possession of more clout. Thus the need to accumulate strength through relations and power. There's nothing like a bit of extra oomph to start your day.

Looking at a pigeon on the road. Motionless, while a bus slowly moves towards its stop, the first two wheels managing to miss the pigeon by centimetres. The pigeon reacts by nonchalantly ignoring the risk it is taking. I want to stop the bus, or scream for the pigeon to fly, its life is at stake. But what am I able to do, nothing... The third wheel did not miss, moving over the pigeon, slowly, am not sure but it might be only partially hurt. There is the brief flutter of wings, and it became motionless. Part of me wanted to run and scoop it up over the side of the road, but part of me asked, whyever for, it's now roadkill.. What will i scoop it up with, and will the damage make it impossible for the bird's retrieval? Especially with the pigeon seemingly fused to the tarred road. Another pigeon walks, seemingly to me, towards it, but it just turned and walks on. Very soon after, another giant rolls over it. Painful to watch but am sitting there curious, by how it took a risk and paid ever so dearly. Did it not know that it was a death wish? Perhaps the pigeon did.

Sitting, waiting, for a bus today proves to be quite an eye opener. Painful, unreal, surreal. Past and present intertwine, including my tenses, due to the imagery seemingly locked in permanent replay mode, in my mind.