downed dovelette

have you seen my love yet
oh my dear little dovelette
laid and due to hatch soon

alas i see the sadness
autumn wears a cruel dress
long before these wings had flewn

like a fallen deck of cards
shell shattered into shards
doves above coo a dirge-ful tune

upon the clay, white découpage
coup de grâce or coup d’état
or the tug of a jealous moon

the ebb of life unstoppable
brings flap to the unflappable
for some have flown too soon

when does a dove
become a dove
at first peck
cracking of the shell
or rumblings deep inside
first peep or chirp or coo
first flap or hop or flight
or murmurs out of sight

the ebb of life unstoppable
brings flap to the unflappable
for some have flown too soon

fate or simply gravity
lost in the depravity
fervent chirping of a loon

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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