the hawk's head-shifts are precise and follow in rapid succession... and then cease it lifts one feather at a time as if sniffing its pits it shifts from talon to talon, and then once more it seems to be settling in, getting comfortable for a long stakeout... and then it's gone, diving off the ledge, disappearing into the city valley
noisy parakeets loop above the neighborhood: just flockin' around
tweets & cheeps i hear them all: dainty expressions of tiny birds i hear them amid the neck-stretched caws of jungle crows & amid the circling screech hawks weightless birds: flitting & jumping, flitting with wings blurred to invisibility & jumping: bounce - bounce - bounce
two stone birds carved into a temple plinth: still impermanent!
There was a resplendent Portuguese church with plenty of places for pigeons to perch, Parishioners went to mass, moving quite fast, to keep clothes -- not repute -- un-besmirched.
a weaver pokes its head from the nest, looks both ways, & decides to stay in. i know the feeling.
even in tall grass, the peacock stands out; its neck metal blue
amorous pigeon makes a mick jagger dance, and he scores!
Tiger Riding for Beginners 