The Heaveyweight Dove Poem by Kevin Patrick

It hustles like an old woman
Bobbling the ground for tidbits
Picking at the bits of shelled corn
‘til its gullets stuffed and blitzed

Next to the shed, shy critters meet
Our kitchen window sees it all
She's parked down on a mat of frost
To obstinate, she'll never fall

No piety beneath her beak
I tell you. She eats for applause.
A dirt coat scarce of any virtue
Spendthrift beneath her iron Claws

Her snowcapped crop, is a size of a pen
This bird of peace, slightly obese
Gives sour looks when kinder birds chirp
Ready to knock armistice right into their teeth