...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Wednesday, February 13
The sun is blazing. He follows her across the bridge and they jump onto the bench next to me. She watches, feigning disinterest. He struts round in circles, fluffing his feathers and cooing a deep purring song. He dances for her, and for me, and for the man on the other side who looks up from his crossword puzzle. They fly away, we exchange a happy look.