Flight of the Lovebirds
Flight of the Love Birds
Perched alone and vulnerable
like an untended egg
a dove sits bare and shivering
exposed to the vast world.
Broadcasting his presence,
hungry eagle swoops
and loops into the foreboding
cast shadow of early sunset;
fleeting but perceived.
The dove's twin flame ,
hidden from sight,
is ready to fight fate
in the dusky night
to protect his only
true treasure,
his one and only lovebird.
cool air mingles.
Cabin stands staunch.
For a brief moment,
stillness lies in the camp.
Eagle tenses, aggressively
swerves around the clearing within
woods, waiting, watching
to devour.
Branches of the lean healthy trees
now gnarled like boney fingers,
cluster menacingly like witches
ready to stir their brew.
Alone in the distance, stands an ancient spindly tree
with etchings of love carved in its bark,
outstretched arms and deep roots unmoved
Bird flutters to safety in the tree;
its lovebird carved in its heart.
Whistling wind whispers and sighs;
a peck startles the cold windowpane.
Lovebird shuffles on the ledge
pitter-patter, trembling, awaiting
an uneasy destiny but both are nested
In the signal and refuge of a
devoted dove's song.
Copyright © Diane Shatto | Year Posted 2023
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