Black Dove

Black dove, are you of earth, or a gift from above Feathers so dark, eyes blood red Do you bring love, or represent. Dread I feel warmth as your wingspan blocks out the sunlight I always had preferred to see calming of night Your call is loud, it echoes across the horizon The warning feeling I get, sending shavers down my spine I love to watch you slowly bring the sun back as you swoop down for a snack Watching the look on the buffaloes face taking it to your nest to rest for the night I will wait for you in the morning to admire your routine flight