Here We Are In The City Of... (Writing Exercise)

Here we are in the city of doves,
Birds flying everywhere,
Purest white like the snow,
Shades of grey on feathers
that flutter to the ground,
leaving their roots behind
them, soaring through the air.
They swoop and call to
each other, to those below,
Weaving through the skyscrapers
and chimneystacks
Bright against a brighter sky,
Flying all day until
Dusk starts to fall.
Then home to roost
And prepare for the next day
and the next
and the next.