Hawks and Doves

Did you shout out in shock that day as she suddenly stuck her spiked heel into your spine kicking you to the curb through the open car door before slamming her foot on the gas and speeding away tires shrilly squealing leaving you lying there by the roadside red faced in disgrace your heart shattered your brain reeling struggling to process what it was you were feeling she having planned in advance which card she would play to proclaim her innocence You should have known better She was just a young kid in a cashmere sweater so to do the same for which she condemns men is ok she would go on to say I knew what she intended to do though if I could have warned you I doubt you'd have listened anyway for who am I but a woman who knows very well what her kind is capable of That hawks such as she soar in circles above their prey pretending to be a dove