Birdy

There was a swan on the sidewalk, eating a piece of bread off the concrete. It didn't seem to mind the noise of the traffic. A few minutes later, when I was walking in the opposite direction upon completing an errand, as I was returning to my hovel, a man was embracing the swan, carrying the birdy away; the bird's head, on the end of its snake-like neck, was bobbing up and down in conjunction with the man's gait, in a manner communicating that it was entirely satisfied with the world. The city-swan's feathers may have been a tad more yellow than, for example, those of the pristine white birds inhabiting the park outside Buckingham Palace, but the trade seems fair, considering the availability of half eaten deli sandwiches on the shores of the city street. I, for one, praise the quacker for the decision to lead a more urban, and, if I may say, trendy lifestyle.