A Danube Dove

She stood among her flock — completely unbothered.
Chaos all around, but she didn’t seem to care.

Then she walked toward me.
No rush. With dignity.

Her look said it all:
«Watch. I’ll walk here… then here… and now I’ll stop right here — full length. Get the shot.»

Back and forth, like a catwalk. Posing.

Light brown, beautiful, on the Danube promenade — carrying herself as if she weren’t a pigeon, but a top model.

Then again, maybe among her flock, she was.

Belgrade, Serbia.
May, 2024.
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