Dove of peace

Written by: Seren Roberts

The sky  is dark  and foreboding
the sky of the night waits
The eerie shape of the moon is hidden
When suddenly a small chink appears
a weak light is projected downward
getting stronger by the minute
In that shaft of light is the shadow
of a bird carrying in its beak 
an olive branch he flies off 
towards the fighting  zone
where the  heads of 
Government are convening
Dropping the branch on the table
he chirps then flies off to wait.