The pigeons that pepper the
Flat, white roof
Outside my open kitchen window,
Are lying down in the
Afternoon sun. Perplexed,
And maybe, a little concerned,
Seek out the oracle,
To see what she knows:
"Hey Google," I say, "what does it mean
When an entire flock of pigeons
Lie down in the afternoon sun?"
But disappointingly,
There's no great mystery,
Sometimes pigeons just lie down
And there is no storm
Coming in from the West,
Nor will the Ayatollah, or the Houtis
Disturb our Shabbat.
At least not as far as these birds are concerned
The pigeons are simply lying down;
But here's the thing: when
You live in a world, where
Fate turns quickly, through both
Nature, and man, something as simple
As pigeons loafing on rooftops
Might seem like a sign
If you believe in that sort of thing.
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