“Jerusalem, Jerusalem! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!”
The chicks scatter, competing instead of complementing one another, straining to grow despite one another, as their the mother hen clucks her sorrow and spreads her wings, shaking out her feathers and down, offering her warm body for their comfort and solace,
and still the foxes prowl and scavenge and destroy the peace that would be theirs.