Old Man Sitting on Park Bench

When the pigeon perceived me
Just what did he see?
Does he know that I’m breathing?
Did he recognize me?

Did he notice my hair?
Or my soft, wistful mood?
Did he see a potential
Dispenser of food?

Did he see me as threatening?
Did he see me as kind?
Did he think I was cute?
Was he reading my mind?

Did he see me, perhaps
As a pigeon as well?
Does he know I’m a man?
Do you think he could tell?

Did he see that I’m old?
Did he see that I’m tall?
Or maybe he just
Didn’t see me at all