Slapstick

I am sitting in my car at the stoplight at Dove Street.  I am smiling because I am at Dove Street and the stoplight is lined with them, pigeon doves.   While I wait I count 19 and the evidence of their frequenting that post is apparent.  I am waiting while a small little lady crosses the street right under the pole and even as the thought enters my mind she turns and looks about in astonishment...yes, they nailed her!  I found myself cracking up while some more kindly and practical passerby handed her some tissues.  All I could hear was the echo of days gone by..."wait for it...wait for it...wait for it!"  Just as the tinge of guilt tried it's thieving ways the light changed, and I caught a final glimpse of her as I drove on, laughing full-hearted from the sidewalk as she looked up and saw the lightpost full and ready for their next target!