i'm watching doves flying
showing off what they can
going up, going down
then circle all around
it was long ten minutes
at the most and landed
on the roof
i notice they have groups
and leaders to boot
they have fights and peace
i'm elated watching this
their life is so simple
looking for food and shelter
there are loners too
they don't join flying
most has injuries
or disabilities
could this be light
to being alone
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