The Dove and the Raven

The Dove and the Raven

On one cloudy summer day

We see a dove flying astray;

Flying over to a grave

Hoping to enlighten another passing day

On one cloudy summer day

We see a raven perched on a branch

Scanning the world with its piercing eyes

Just watching and waiting for someone to die

As the dove leaves the gravestones

It wanders over to a tree

Not even bothering to notice the raven

Eyeing the dove angrily

The dove now paid heed

To the raven perched on the tree

Because it knew if it turned its back

The raven was sure to attack

The raven was now advancing

As the dove backed away

The raven then fluttered its wings

Trying to make the dove sway

But the dove remained persistent;

Using its wings a shield

It inched closer and closer

Hoping for the raven to yield

The raven was now getting impatient

With the dove playing defense

It opened its beak

And began playing offense

It snapped at the dove’s wings;

Staining them with blood

The dove’s eyes grew wide and fearful

As the raven started to lunge

But just then, at the very moment

The tree snapped in two

Taking down the raven

…and the dove too