A dove and a songbird flitter
About treetops filled
With snowlike glitter.
Their love has no bounds,
And as they once were lost,
In their love they were found.
After the days of dewdrop wonder,
The songbirds' love begins to sunder.
Their follies take them too far west,
Where hunters’ aims and guns are best.
And in the peak of bright, young spring,
No sound could muffle the bullet’s ring.
A sorrowful drip falls from the sky,
A single dollop from an angel's cry.
One bird below, one above,
A heartless song.
A songless dove.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 6:55 PM UTC
A dove and a songbird flitter
About treetops filled
With snowlike glitter.
Their love has no bounds,
And as they once were lost,
In their love they were found.
After the days of dewdrop wonder,
The songbirds' love begins to sunder.
Their follies take them too far west,
Where hunters’ aims and guns are best.
And in the peak of bright, young spring,
No sound could muffle the bullet’s ring.
A sorrowful drip falls from the sky,
A single dollop from an angel's cry.
One bird below, one above,
A heartless song.
A songless dove.