as if it were a cliff...

A pigeon just spent a longer time hugging the façade of the building across broadway. Or was it not even a building?, was it a cliff that happened to have glass covered openings behind which humans are still asleep?
What must this city feel like when the buildings are reduced to what they really are... accessible/unaccessible to birds, a landscape plastered with mountains that are wired or have spikes and make scary sounds next to corners on which somebody throws large amounts of bread to the ground.
If I were a bird in the city today, I would probably...
Another pigeon just flew a very wild circle between the buildings here. It was as if she flew this pattern, interrupted by jolts of acrobatics, for no other reason than joy...
Silly human interpretations...