I’m a plain-grey old pigeon,
just one of our worldwide flock,
and under nature’s supervision
we’re allowed to fly anywhere
across this land’s hostile block.
You’ll see us circling over Times Square —
even from your comfortable armchair.

We carry no government welfare,
and our feathered software
soars above your international nightmare —
untouched by the world’s worrying affair
with that relentless viral malware.

Editor: Erynn Crittenden