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It is that time of season 
And for some reason 
They set out to hunt the dove 
Without even the need for murderous glove 
The doves are called mourning 
And without warning 
They will die 
From some armed guy 
But there was this one critter 
Who was not bitter? 
Knowing he was a flying rebel he broke away from the northern pack 
Having a sense there was going to be an attack. 
Being a little ticked 
Due to these human hicks 
In a hurry 
He found sanctuary in the library. 
Taking a look 
At this one book 
He came across the point that a dove 
Was a sign of peace and love 
That was very interesting fact 
And worth knowing before getting attacked 
So the young dove took the education 
And decided to use it as protection 
Venturing back into the wilderness 
He wanted those with the guns to confess 
Watching those from above 
He waited for those who wanted to kill a dove 
Here came one 
Who was doing this for fun? 
Wearing an orange vest 
The little dove wanted this one to confess. 
So with so much at stake 
He flew over to peace make. 
At the top of his lungs he screamed 
“Why are you so mean?!!” 
Quickly he saw the killer was a teen 
Landing with feet firmly on the ground 
He took a stance before going down. 
“Why do you want to kill us? “ 
“We do not make a fuss!!” 
Putting his weapon down the child did explain
The purpose behind this deadly game. 
“There is too many of you since all you do is multiply two by two” 
Taking a step back the dove 
Found out about what happens after peace and love. 
“That is the life’s will and we are not here for you to kill.” 
Hearing the bird the young boy put down his toy. 
“I am not being coy dove but listening to you brought some nice joy.” 
Taking the ammunition out 
The dove knew what he was talking about 
With the rifle unloaded he asked the bird how it was going. 
Well the dove replied there was a couple girls in the pack
 who did not die in the attack?  
I am going to go back to them with my words of peace 
And hoping they are not deceased 
I will select one dove 
To fall in love 
Not two or three 
Only one to be with me
“So why don’t you fly away my friend,” the boy said 
And be happy you’re not dead. 
When he arrived at home the first place he went was the phone. 
“Are you alone” 
“Yes,” she replied excited he did not die. 
“Let’s meet so we can cuddle and be sweet,” 
And when it was dark in some pieces of bark
The doves were filled with peace and love 
And were blessed from the power from above
Who knows the true reason for the dove.
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