I like this kind of stories. This kind can stay.
The Wait
On the pavement was a dove, prancing gracefully, picking at seeds on the ground quickly before the cat, about two feet away from it, pounced at it and it flew out of reach.
A dog passing by, held tightly by a leash, barked at the cat, its tail swinging. The cat quickly ran away, avoiding a large crowd of humans in its flee.
There was a male human sitting on a bench, waiting. His hair was done up in a perfect coiffure that didn't budge at all when stronger winds blew. His coat was black and his scarf red. His shoes were big and shiny.
No one asked what he was waiting for; he just waited, crossing his legs and uncrossing them, looking around.
The dog on the leash barked at a squirrel that ran up a tree nearby. The human watched them, seeming to forget about his wait.
Still, no one asked what exactly he was waiting for. Humans just like him walked by, unnoticing him and his momentary joy caused by a dog barking at a squirrel, in the middle of all that waiting.
A few small birds were sitting on a wire, chirping at each other, careful in their small, hurried movements.
Another male human with curly hair and a friendly smile walked to the bench where the other human sat; underneath it was where the previously barked-at cat found refuge, too.
The first human smiled back, speaking in a nervous, high-pitched tone, while the other slyly took his hand and kissed it.
More humans passed by, none of them aware of the fact that while they all took care of their daily business, birds were calling, a dog was barking, squirrel was climbing, a cat was hiding, a dove was circling above in the sky, and a pair of lovers stared into each other's eyes blissfully.