On an old fence warmed by the morning sun, a dove stood with its feathers fluffy like a wool jacket that had just been dried in the sun. The faint purple glow around his neck glowed subtly, as if he was wearing a scarf that was the pride of his community. He is not just a passing bird, but part of a "small council" of feathered friends, a group of local pigeons who gather every day, share rumors and maintain a peaceful rhythm in a simple corner of the city.
That day, he arrived early. One foot gripped the railing, the other occasionally lifted, as if he was considering which story to share later. Soon, his friends will arrive: the chatty one brings market news, the quiet one brings the silence of the sky, and the old one brings wisdom from a long journey. Between the flapping of their wings and soft murmurs, they create a small harmony that humans cannot see, but can feel in the air.
In their world, togetherness is not about having many voices, but about being present. Over that simple fence, this small community teaches a quiet but powerful thing that even in the midst of a busy city, friendship can grow like a warming feather, soft but faithfully guarding.
