we could hear the horses outside.......

the ones belonging to the soldiers....
the soldiers were dressed in golden jackets and LAME fatigues....
with turbans......

and umbrellas.......
open umbrellas ....

was it raining ???

they rode by the windows of the old farmhouse....
CLIP CLOP ////////
CLIP CLOP////////
we attempted to remain very still.....
for we surely did not want to be taken to the middle east 'camps'.....

we dreaded those 'camps'....
our cousins had never returned,,,,,,,,

they were believed to be labouring in SYRIA.....
toiling......
serving the "crown prince"
 his
favorite ""delicacies""
 on silver patters....
while walking , barefooted, upon beds of nails.....

balancing the platters upon their heads...

crushing mortar by day......
picking chickpeas by night......

bleeding.....
sweating.....
beneath the DOME.....
benearh the GOLDEN DOME....

CLIP CLOP/////////

shhhh  !!!

WE WOULD BE VERY, VERY STILL......
they would not hear us....
their head count would be slightly 'off'.....
yet again......

we would try to stay safe,
at least until after
ROSH HASHANA...

where had GOD disappeared to ???