If you haven’t heard the song “As The Crow Flys” by Thrice, I recommend giving it a listen.
A dove settles gently into her nest
Purpose driven, adhering the primal call at nature’s behest
She’s been sitting on her eggs, not yet born offspring
Giving what she has to greater purpose, a sacred offering
A whispered “coo” in the dawn, the dove remains
Her mate to and fro, morsels clutched, but truly devotion beak contains
They are one for the other, the other for the one
Bonded for life, witnessing dusk, and rising sun
Time es
The clutch hatches
Two tiny chirping squabs
Knowing hunger but not cause
Days turn into weeks, weeks into months
They learn to fly, falling many times more than once
But persistence takes precedence and so they take flight
And one day they leave the nest, not returning that night
Fully grown, going on, moving on, to a new stage of life
Parents left behind, in the wild, perhaps to live another sixty weeks
Such is life, such a fickle thing, lows followed by peaks.
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