Pigeon

I wouldn't post this on here except that this websites name is 'pigeonpower'.
if you are squeamish (dad!) then perhaps you shouldn't read this post.
I was sitting on a bench on the train platform this morning on my way to school when a train went past. It was very loud and, as I already had a headache I didn't much appreciate it.
I heard a sound under my seat but it soon stopped so I ignored it. After a while I heard it again so I looked down, between my leg, through the gaps in the bench and underneath I saw a horrible sight. There was a pigeon, wings bent and looking very much in pain. Slowly I saw some red liquid spread out and spill from under the pigeons body and head. I felt sick. Quickly I stood up. As I was on the phone to Matty I told him, 'there is a dead pigeon under my seat,'. I looked at the platform and there was a trail of feathers to where the pigeon lay. I looked down at the pigeon again only to see it moving again. It was squirming and it's mouth was opening and closing in a desperate attempt to live. It flew/crawled across the floor and I didn't see it move again. I moved away from where I had been sitting with my bags and felt a certain amount of disgust at all the people who walked past and stared at it, laughing, jeering and commenting. There was another pigeon on the platform who soon flew away. Before it did it was looking around and I couldn't help but think that this was the dead pigeon's friend. I know that I probably over reacted, for one thing it is only a pigeon. But it hit me really hard and I felt so sick. whenever a train went past after that the feathers on the platform blew around. I was so thankful when my train finally arrived (6 minutes late) and I could leave the station.