That One Pigeon

From my vantage point I can see the whole park. I can see the kids on the playground, the parents watching them carefully and the teenagers ‘hanging’ at the skating area but most importantly; I can see all the birds from my position. I find the bird I’m looking for quite quickly. It stands out amongst all the others. Their greasy, grey feathers are no match for the perfect, sleek feathers it possesses. When they fly their wings are tattered and broken, when it flies its wings spread high and mighty. It is the only white pigeon at my park.