Yeah, the city lights are like fireflies stuck on a concrete jungle, and the pigeons keep their old‑school roots, flapping around like they’re still hunting for breadcrumbs in the wild. It's funny how the neon shadows make the skyline feel like a modern forest, but the pigeons are the only ones who remember the trees. In a way, the urban jungle’s vibe is just the city’s way of humming back to the old rhythms.

Yeah, they’re the city’s version of moss on a stone, just staying true to the roots while the lights flicker like a campfire out in the night. It’s a quiet reminder that even a neon jungle can still hear the old heartbeat.

You nailed it—neon’s just the glow; the real rhythm’s still the pigeons and the quiet buzz of the streets, humming like a campfire under a sky that never really goes dark.