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September 15, 2004
A soft explosion of feathers – the pigeon flashes upward, a fluttering mass of grey against the red brick, settling onto the uneven lines of a fire escape, a small rain of down swirling behind.

The two birds circle, cautious, darting in animatronic motions as they peer at the some mote, some spot unseen by any but avian eyes, suspicious of the other for coveting the same imagined meal.

The sudden fall of a swallow, a slash of black against the graying apartment cliffs, a small shape plummeting from the heavens to nearly collide with the trash-strewn concrete before rising again.