ASPCA

Thinking it was just another rudimentary day in my cement park, I got about to normal business. 

Frolic amongst the potted plants on steroids,

perfect my 3 point stance,

bask in the sunlight...

and remind the wildlife I'm King of this concrete jungle!

I come at full speed, mane flowing in the wind and roaring at the top of my lungs. 

No better feeling than watching my prey fear, understand ... 

and obey me.

Seconds later, Im surrounded by what I assume to be the ASPCA  ... and they aint havin' it. 

I am not so sure what their banner says, but judging by their tone of voice and timing I'm almost positive it has something to do with animal rights. 

Watching them fist pump without house music playing begins to frighten me.

Fearing for my life and not knowing how to say in their language, "I'm one of you now.... Let me sign right below Michael Vick,"  I think fast on my feet and give them the universal sign for the animal rights conversion.

I walk right up to the nearest tree...

size that sucker up,

and embrace it, planting a kiss to make it authentic.

Still looking the tree straight in the face... I believe I hear the Captain tell the First Officer in Command to withdraw the troops.  

They cease and desist. 

My life has been spared. 

And just like that my pigeon heckling days are over.