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Dove
High pitched chirping as the boy tugs its wings
He smiled at cruelty and those terrible things
A flutter, some blood drops, some crunches and snaps
Left a limp lifeless dove upon the boys lap
He saw his own soul through the bird’s dead eye
Face so pure, stared ‘till the blood dried
He thinks of his mother and how he does miss her
And went into the room, towards his small sister.
He smiled at cruelty and those terrible things
A flutter, some blood drops, some crunches and snaps
Left a limp lifeless dove upon the boys lap
He saw his own soul through the bird’s dead eye
Face so pure, stared ‘till the blood dried
He thinks of his mother and how he does miss her
And went into the room, towards his small sister.
Published 14th Jan 2013
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