Spot target.
Puff up,
ruffle
newly cleaned
feathers.
Let the sunshine
show off my
beautiful coloring
that distinguishes me
from the others.
Circle,
circle,
turn.
Circle,
circle,
turn opposite
direction.
Look at my agility,
my flexibility.
How could you
not want
this?
I'll coo loudest.
I'll protect you;
look at my
impressive
wingspan--
the stretch of
my neck
exceeds that of
the others.
Just look at me,
I will
not beg.
Fine--
I'm walking away,
I am.
I really,
really am.
Nothing?
You'll regret this--
fine.
Spot
new
target.
Ruffle feathers,
some fine
female
has got to
want this--
who wouldn't?
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Hahaha is this based on the day we Sat on benches somewhere in Europe and passed the time by having a conversation with pigeons?
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