The Eagle and the Dove
Upon a gray and cloudy morn,
The eagle met the dove,
They talked a while before the storm
Descended from above.
The eagle did but scorn the dove:
When will your folly cease?
Ridiculous your dreams of love —
Your fantasies of peace!
Then spoke the dove to eagle’s eye:
What pleasure blood and gore?
A monster, you, to live and die
For naught but savage war!
And then the storm clouds broke the day —
The birds did not remain —
But flew they high and far away,
Escaping thus the rain.
© 2013 Firestone Feinberg