Jenna Kay

A Birds Eye

It's a cloudy day with a light breeze in the middle of April, Chicago streets unusually quiet. A young couple sit on a park bench having an argument trying not to raise their voices, two old women pass by them looking the opposite direction as not to be seen smirking. Dog's hurry their owners along on walks around the park, resisting their owners pull. Litter can be seen swirling in the wind, while seagulls try to differentiate what might be food. The pigeons wait on the lamp posts, docks and nearby boat rails. They've become accustom to this spot, waiting for the small, short old women in the over-sized coat. Routinely at the end of every day, they would receive their daily portion of crumbs and company from a trusted and humble soul. She moved slowly and spoke soft; sometimes she could be heard humming along with their soft purr like Coo's.