The Hawks and the Doves
The hawks are gathered together, pulling apart a dove, eating her gladly.
Her shrieks and screams do not count as she is the wrong color.
She was caught at the border.
They have put her dove-lets in cages.
To be eaten later, at their convenience.
Discussion after dinner turns to assault rifles.
Home-one is against it, but he is “old-school”. He knows nothing.
The rest are avidly for it.
Home-one asks why anyone needs one.
“I have one!” many of the younger hawks scream with pride.
“But why?” Home-one asks. “Why do you need one?”
“It is for protection!” Millie, a younger hawk says.
“And for killing those dove-lets when we want to eat them,” her sister throws in.
Home-one tries to tell them what an assault rifle bullet would do to a dove-let.
They shout him down, wanting what they want.
“Is it okay to drag these dove-lets away from their parents?” Home-one’s wife asks.
The hawks get together and decide to throw Home-one and Home-one’s wife out of the flock.
They unfriend them on social media.
Their own grandchildren unfriend them.
They were the wrong color too.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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