My mood was good already, but it rose
a little higher when I saw the birds –
two pigeons gazing roadward in a pose
suggesting they were monitors of cars.
They perched, wings folded, steel beneath their toes,
and seemed when traffic passed them to converse.
I snapped two photos, grinning, and I chose
to capture them as well in careful words,
selecting wings of meter over prose.

(Magic 9)