Jungle Cranes
The view from the window of my classroom displays the city of Holon and all the majesty it's rapidly developing skyline has to offer. My beloved cranes, of whom, like a proud but stern parent, I am so unforgiving as they dance their pirouette of destruction and creation in Jerusalem, seem to belong here. Craning their elegant necks like so many primordial beasts, their heads sway to and fro above the steamy urban forest. They remind me of dinosaurs making there way through the jungle.
