Rose pounded her beak on the podium.
“My opponent wants to lure us with the wonderful sound o’ her rolled R’s. She’s dangerous.”
Azura raised a wing into the air.
“My opponent only says such things for her own end. Don’t let her excellent diction mesmerize you.”
Rose turned to Azura. “You don’t mean that.”
Azura turned to Rose. “I do.”
“Azura, you’re such a bleeding-heart.”
“& your temper is liable to scorch us.”
They met ‘gain later that night, perched atop the local Goldman Sachs building, pecking with wings clasped under the moonlight.