Bobbing our heads to the
beat of the rhythm of the
people singing in the street.

Dancing on branches and
twigs with happy feet.

Flying around the city all day. Standing on statues of clay.

While our hearts bloom just
like the flowers of spring do.

We look at one another's pretty feathers and say the words of
I love you.

While other pigeons watch
us as I lean forward to kiss
you the way morning dew
kisses the flowers and their
leaves too.

They watch us as I kiss you
the way lovers do at night in
the city lights.

As they shout out for an encore
and flap their wings to clap* ~