Awake in a Dream

I woke in a place away from my home
with talons where my knees once were.
I let out a scream,
but it wasn’t a dream,
though the rest of me wasn’t a bird.

Out on the street, when they had places to go,
the men ran along on their hands.
The women wore beads,
at the top of their feet.
They were the garnish of this land.

I struggled to stand, and began quite clumsily
my journey to find my way
out of this place
with its unique race.
For salvation, I could only pray.

I come across thousands who look just like me
adjusting to do what they can,
but what a surprise
before my own eyes!
The pigeons have the feet of a man!