Wagtail flapped his wings so fast

The little bird was greedily pecking up crumbs underneath the chairs and tables set out outside the cafe on what was once a humble, grubby pavement, and still is, except in the eyes of the cafe customers. The other night I passed by and over heard a gentleman giving the waiter his order: "and the lady will have the mango" he wafted while the lady looked duly impressed at his exotic chivalry. The dapper waiter made a short bow and scuttled back inside, leaving the pair to their sidewalk romance between the parked cars. They were just downwind enough of the street bins to imagine themselves somewhere better. We are all of us in the gutter but some of us know it and some of us achieve an enviable blur.