I recently got new neighbours.
After the energetic magpie family moved out,
the tree outside my window was quiet for a while.
Now a pair of pigeons has appeared—
though not high up in the tree like the magpies,
but on a branch right next to my window—
yet they’re barely noticeable, without fuss
taking shifts in performing
their incubation duties.
Even their cooing is a rare occurrence.
They are perfectly forgettable
breeding machines
some call a symbol of love.
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