home Poem List next poem Crows and Doves A white dove being assailed by some crows Was spotted by some humans on a path The dove struggled inside of a death's throws Loosing feathers between her eyes in wrathe Missing wing feathers bared delicate skin Yet no blood had been spilled nor sinew cut Feathers released as genetics kicked in Action destined by evolution's strut Thru harsher times when survival would reign Without emotions or concern for life Times when killing was done without disdain When living was a constant pressured strife Rescued from it's being eaten alive From being harried by fast pecking beaks Ripping baby feathers out on a dive Crows were convinced of what their havoc wreaks But as fate would have it strangers arrived Humans with a habit of rescuing They determined that the white dove survived By batting the forms intent on skewing So the crows flew off to their oblivion When the noids snatched their captive juvenile Now rather than feed the few crows with greed This white dove will have some peace for awhile (c)ERA 09:40 PM 6/7/03