Beyond the grasp of the crimson light,
Beyond the reach of the gurgling waves
I saw a bird of majestic eyes
Looking down the branch knitted maze.
The wind was strong with tropical pride,
And the Ave was on its toes.
For it had found a perfect price,
To please the evil organ' s throat.
The two blue mirrors had captured the map,
And mud chrome feathers were refraining flaps.
The beautiful figure was bent down stiff,
And the nape and beak were streamline fixed.
Suddenly a rustle echoed in the weeds,
And the flight was taken with embedded greed.
The close packed stems that were merry and gay,
Were blotted in a second and thrown away.
I saw between the upright trees,
A shooting star with endless speed.
As if a missile very close to mission
Or a note from the strict trainer's whistle.
Down in the shrubs shuffled quietly the dove,
Unaware that death was circling above.
Busy with himself pondering the weeds,
For he was in search of precious seeds.
Suddenly a swoosh and a thump was heard,
The closeness to death threatened the dove.
He circled his neck in all close angles,
And beside the oak found numerous twigs tangled.
Someone was shivering and flapping in pain,
With huge old feathers recovering from vain.