and looking outside my window,
I see this beautiful pigeon, dressed in an intricate furbelow fiery gown!
I quietly grab my camera to capture her and soon enough I see a friend approaching!
…and I remember this:
Two little dickie birds sitting on a wall
One named Peter, one named Paul.
Fly away Peter! Fly away Paul!
Come back Peter! Come back Paul!
or… [my combo from the two nursery rhymes]
Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill
One named Jack, one named Gill.
Fly away Jack! Fly away Gill!
Come back Jack! Come back Gill!