Pigeon lunch time

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Situated in a traditional urban temple, there sits a serene bird. Its stunning architecture is its identity, where skilled craftsmen create intricate feathers without missing a beat. Decorated storage adorns its worm-like wings, with shades of blue, brown, and white adding a special touch. Its piercing eyes gleam like a ravishing moonlit night, amidst the gentle breeze.

Its bill is open wide, ready to receive nourishment into its throat with precision. With a chirpy sound, this magnificent creature moves gracefully towards its food, emitting a harmonious shade of sea-blue from its feathers. In the pure essence of color contemplation, it effortlessly glides its Persian footsteps to have its midday lunch. Its feeding ritual, carefully choreographed in gastronomic symmetry and rhythm, finds an easy path to open and rotate its wings.

In an unexpected harmony, it collects its essence within the great urban sanctuary. On its high and lifted wings, it washes its sprouts in a beautiful rain, reminiscent of oriental melodies. Transforming into various sounds, including trills, whistles, and truly sensitive improvisations, it enchants the minds of those who secretly observe in the city. This swift silent action becomes an unnoticed receptor, fascinating everyone with its deep and devotional enchanting modes.