I found them on the Beresford this evening around 6:00PM. The sky became clouded over and I was not able to find them for the rest of the evening. I wonder if they ever sometimes look down at us and dream of giving up their ability to fly for the ability to drive cars with the windows turned up so the wind doesn’t blow in their face when they go crosstown. I wonder if they ever listened to us and dream of learning to speak so they can use words to describe how they feel to each other, instead of touching and looking into each other’s eyes. I wonder if they ever envy the human babies around the pond and dream of having a nanny to look after them instead of a mother who stays with them every hour of every day. I wonder if they ever look up at the fancy apartments along Fifth Avenue and dream of having separate rooms of their own so they don’t have to crowd themselves in such a tiny space. What I really wonder is if they take turns to get this middle spot every night of if this one little stinker hogs it every time.