The late afternoon early September sun

casts uncomfortably deep shadows.
Everything is orange, and it is disquieting.
Every day, pigeons arc in to sit on the roof
two houses over. What are they calling for?
Why do they watch? Orange is a disquieting
colour, on the fence and palm tree and car.
Cry for safety. The pigeons keep coming.
Sunshine lowers like the constant chirp
of the cicada.