By Scott, Scott27CA@aol.com
Date: 24 February 1999

The Dove

A bizarre thing happened just yesterday…
A dove swooped in through my open window.

She perched upon the posts
of my disheveled bed.
Sitting patiently,
blinking, winking
at my fragile soul.

"A dove? In this city? In my apartment?"
I muttered incredulously,
my jaw dropped in reverent awe.

I whispered your name
and, without even a coo,
saw my dove take flight anew.

Watching her fly away
to destinations unknown,
it suddenly dawned upon me:

Tormented souls, it seems,
will always flock together…
Like birds of a feather.