There are small birds which live between the cracks of the Western Wall—
Tiny sparrows that dart, from behind the weighty clumps of Shikaron plants, to unseen hungry families in their nests. Outside, black swallows swoop back and forth in some arcane dance, pausing every now and then to cling upon the rocks for rest.
And does God notice the hypnotic sway of the
Swallows as they weave in rhythm to their avian song?
I have glimpsed a rare white dove perched briefly
on the wall, only to be driven off by common pigeons who peck and scratch and defecate upon its sacred edifice.