By the kitchen sink one morning
Things can happen without warning
And so beyond the window glass
A scene of life and death did pass
A mourning dove was on the ground
Where seeds dropped from the feeder found
This meal she ate as she was bold
Her feathers plumped to fend the cold
So hunger trumped survival’s rule
She did not see the talons cruel
The hawk swooped down so sure and fast
Its meal this day won’t be its last
A feather grey was all that’s left
A life so sure and now bereft.
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