An imaginary silent conversation between me and this persistent visitor into my room:
Who are you?
A pigeon. A bold one. With a personality.
What are you doing?
Just looking in and around.
Why are you here often?
I am just fascinated by this room.
What are you doing, strutting about?
Oh, exploring and stuff.
Aren’t you scared of me being here?
No, I don’t mind you – you seem harmless.
Ah well, so long. Be safe!