07/06/2022
T H E D O V E.
Too agile
Too versatile
Too clean
Too keen
Too alert to select!
Too friendly
Too weirdly
Too caring
Too restive
Too festive!
Too wooing
Too soliciting
Too seductive
Too fugitive
Too unruffled
Too unbaffled!
Too always in pairs
Hidden or in open airs
Too fond of being two
Two always with none else to talk to!
Seldom would the dove fly in droves!
The dove!
Of droning tenderness
Of spiritual fairness
Of ancient religiosity reference
Of as well contemporary effervescence
But elusive pet preference!
The Dove!
Vector of religious holy spirit
Taking their time observing romantic rhythms
As they scan, frightened in frenzy;
Euphoric expressionless in the midst of plenty;
They're mystical,
Detective of predatory conjectures that call!
Lost in activity even with the busiest eyes,
Tracking who'd host them in merchandise,
Becking and beckoning as swift as possible
Each other with temperate chords feasible,
Drinking peacefully as if gulping in warfare
From shallow soils and unsafe earthenware.
Taking their time observing an incinerator
Emptying dregs of trails haunted by predators;
A Falcon hovers above,
As curious loving pair of Doves
Feed with alacrity,
Ready to outfly
Any ravenously calculating poacher,
Ready to outcry every gruesome caretaker;
Of kites, Hawks, Crows, Vultures and Eagles
Of Vertebrates, Constrictors in daylight jungles.
The Doves!
Accompanied by yet two more pairs;
Forming a more formidable hexagonal scare,
Against snares of a nearby combusting bush,
As Butterflies flap radiant wings without rush
Sniffing pungency and perfume from the fire.
Three pairs of Doves can endure,
During Springtime's gust of brisk verdure,
With terrestrial organisms,
A sacrifice for desolate earthlings;
Patches of barren earth resisting foliages,
Borough insects matr for their spell of ages
With esoteric capacity to make & mar surfaces.
A flight of Pigeons have just stopped by,
Almost, but of less attributive survival instinct,
Fraternizing their defense against any enemy,
Six Doves have hopped suspiciously by instinct,
Perhaps distinguishing themselves
Of hardly being caged on domesticated shelves
One amongst which
Proudly steals my scribbling attention,
A jerky tail telling only what God can mention!
These Doves and Pigeons,
Great panorama they behold!
Wasps and Dragonflies have become jealous, Jostling to inspire my literary endeavor,
My craftsmanship, my admiration, & appraisal!
So long, my love-dovey Doves!