Aloft, a group stares down
On most days they just watch
Letting humans entertain them
But this time, as they watch
Nothing seems to be going on
No movement, no sounds
Just a stasis of existence
Or a matrix of resistance
The world is thick with life
Each form pursues a path
Known only to themselves
Humans have their hives
But today, they are silent
Apparently they are alive
There's nothing happening
Seemingly abandoned to fate
As the pigeons anxiously wait
