Lunchbreak In the City

Today I sat in Town Hall Square, watched the doves parading there with their comic gait. Daintily propelled themselves o’er metaphorical eggshells, like Royalty in state! Boldly nosing ‘tween the feet of the lunchers on the seat for something good to peck. Here and there they stopped to scratch at some irritating patch on irridescent neck. Awareness of good treatment’s seen In the way they strut and preen. No sign of fear I found in spite of all those human limbs like a forest round the rim of their parading ground. Then all at once with one accord up into the air they soared as if remote controlled. No longer separate atoms, they converged into entirety – A blaze of green and gold.