text: It was a day like any other. I arrived at Five Points MARTA station to begin my daily commute to work. Light rain welcomed me as I walked to the entrance with a closed umbrella in hand, the pitter patter just not heavy enough for me to care to open it. I made my my way down to the northbound side of the tracks, staring at my phone in a dissociative daze. I briefly took my gaze away from my device to locate a bench where I would sit and wait for the next red-line train. After sitting down, I decided to put my phone away and attempt to take in my surroundings. Open air stations such as these tend to be a common retreat for wildlife, primarily rats and pigeons. The pigeons at this location had a distinct persona, like that of a Vietnam veteran that has fallen on hard times. Many of them appear dirty and debilitated, but live their lives just the same. As I watch the pigeons fly and land, searching for something unknown to me, a middle aged, African American man arrives and stands near the bench to my left. We both observe the unfortunate pigeons as one begins to waddle toward us. As it gets closer, I am able to see in greater detail the physical attributes of this bird and something immediately stands out. At the end of its legs, where there would normally be talons or claws, I am surprised to see that this pigeon has none. I watch it waddle on nubs and in partial disbelief I turn to the man beside me, curious if he noticed the same. The man turns toward me with a shocked, confused look on his face. We lock eyes and after a very short moment he breaks the silence. "That nigga ain't got no feet!" The end.