11/3/23 (2)

like a pigeon from the sidewalk

patiently waiting for the stoic owl atop the roof

to relieve himself of that post

though he stands plumb and unwavering

bird to bird, neither must bow

the pigeon under scrutiny must continue his path

while the owl under the guise of enlightened reality

sees nothing behind false eyes

he who dreams of sun-drenched rooftops

must be smothered

by he who holds his self-imposed veil as truth