I Had Work.
I once brought a beautiful white dove as a pet,
It flew away after sunrise and returned home at sunset,
We made a lot of memories and spent our time together,
I made sure to take care of its every feather,
Doting for the little thing was the most cathartic experience,
Spending time with it was a selfish preference,
Call me crazy but I adored our little conversations,
We talked to each other about all our situations,
No matter how high it flew, it always came back to me,
And I always motivated it to fly higher and fly free,
Life was moving fast, eventually my workload increased,
I spent more time working, and our time together decreased,
One day, I took my dove out in the field and raised it for flight,
I took out my gun and shot at its spread wings in broad daylight,
It fell to the ground, wings bleeding, tears poured out of its eyes,
But I was too busy to care for it, so I cut ties,
I left it there, bleeding in agony, and went away,
I loved my little dove, but I had work to attend to, that's all I can say.
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Glossary :
Cathartic: that releases emotional tension, relaxing.
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Not promoting animal cruelty or poaching or any sort of violence towards any creature.
It's simply an ugly example of how humans treat other creatures for their selfish motives.
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Selcouth
PoetryHi. I'm a feminist who writes poetry because I'm in love with English literature. I've also had a romantic history which is confusing, (and almost funny) yet emotionally turbulent. And so this fact makes for a bunch of good things to write on.
