Relic of the kings, these, one likes to smile and convince oneself. Rendered prosaic, repulsive now - what with the pungency of droppings, clumps of feathers, general grey tinge that has come to be of all cities, that make it hard to separate bird from backdrop - even, even now these flocks still heart.
Nowhere else of late have eyes seen such huge crowds of these creatures with the green necks and white hearts. These birds that seem to not tire of each other, not tire of breaking into sudden flight with a sound that hushes even midst the wildest of traffic.
Glance at phone in hand and try and imagine that these were what once - Impossible. =)
Nowhere else of late have eyes seen such huge crowds of these creatures with the green necks and white hearts. These birds that seem to not tire of each other, not tire of breaking into sudden flight with a sound that hushes even midst the wildest of traffic.
Glance at phone in hand and try and imagine that these were what once - Impossible. =)
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