At a feast

They fluttered, they ate. I was surprised by their restlessness. Man sits and eats. He does not run around while doing so.

The enclosure was calm, almost separate from the city. In the heart of it. And yet, hidden from it. Little children played there too. In a pigeon-world. A world of constant fluttering.

I liked the pigeon-world. It seemed like a happy place.