A wee tale about two doves and two humans, by Sir Felion

to sire with love

Little OakSitting in the car after the October storm tears the sky, beads adorning the roof.

A tiny oak tree thrashing overhead, shedding leaves onto the roof.

Tiny scrabbly feet burst from above.

We slowly slide open the moon-roof cover.

Two ring-necked doves were jubilantly

Skating amongst the dewy drops.

They stared down into the darkened chamber below with deep orange eyes,

Like staring at caged apes at the Zoo.

After a few more pirouettes and twirls they fluted off and were gone.

Leaving the earth-bound humans behind.

Little Dovie

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