Morning

It's not spring yet but the birds think it is. Two of them pop out of a furled awning onto the yellow sun on the sidewalk, wrestling and chirping furiously. It's too damn early to care this much about anything, even sex and territory. Co-conspirators appear and join the fray. I exchange glances with a fellow pedestrian on the other side of what is rapidly becoming a sparrow gang brawl. Birds. You could hear us both thinking it. Yes, we are so much more evolved.