Perched, a peaceful pigeon among the hungry crows 
I was their round table guest, inside a turbulent sky 
It was a pretentious gathering of friends and foes 
A bombastic flock; all I could do was sit there and sigh 

I was their round table guest, inside a turbulent sky 
Their dark, questioning clouds ambushed my space 
A bombastic flock; all I could do was sit there and sigh 
Was I a scapegoat for their white oval place? 

Their dark, questioning clouds ambushed my space 
It was a pretentious gathering of friends and foes 
Was I a scapegoat for their white oval place? 
Perched, a peaceful pigeon among the hungry crows 

Editor: Erynn Crittenden