When A Dove Dies

[Dark Muse]

When A Dove Dies

Beneath the sun
the dove’s broken wing
strangled by the light
floundered for flight

Round eyes rolling
in a distant fright
the circular pattern
of the orb repeated
in more ways then counted

In each flailing
rapid beat of a heart
smaller than a fist

A struggle in terror
with each gasped
wheezing breath

A death without understanding
but still a necessity
that however questioned
will not be lessoned

The ring of life
reflected in each round eye
at the moment
when they greet the sun

The burning ocular
that the cycle sweeps
circles around

It is the ring
in which everything
is connected.

[eyemaker]

Simply fantastic DM!;) I've always love the way you write. :)

Beneath the sun
the dove’s broken wing
strangled by the light
floundered for flight

[Dark Muse]

Thank you

[qimissung]

You brought that around beautifully-it's hard to watch animals die; they are so uncomprehending.

[Dark Muse]

Thank you