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