"The Dove and I"
I
drifted - fluttering and free,
Around the sky above.
With nothing much for company,
Well nothing save a dove…..
The
dove was quite a special bird.
I thought that, when it spoke:
"Why are you up here?" It said,
(Whilst giving me a poke!)
"This
sky is ours, just for us birds!"
I heard the dove exclaim.
"I'm sorry, but I disagree,
You've no right to complain."
"I
really don't know what I am,
Much less quite why I'm here."
"But surely, no one owns the sky,
You have no need to fear."
"That's
not the point" the bird replied
"You were not meant to fly."
"I am a bird, that's what I do -
You've no right to be so high."
"Now
just hold on." I shouted back
"At least you have a choice."
"I'd love to rest upon the ground…
But how come you have a voice?"
"Why
shouldn't I?" the dove replied.
"Those rules don't work this high."
"Birds speak all the time you know -
But only when we fly."
"We
have no need to speak to man,
We like it fine this way."
"Someday men will all be gone -
Then we will have our day."
"Whilst
down below you have no voice,
(It would create a fuss)."
"But when you're flying in the sky,
You become as one of us."
"Ok,
while I'm up here." I said,
"I speak as well as you."
"But how did I get up here,
And what was I, before I flew?"
The
bird flew all around me,
Then it gave a sudden shout.
"I knew I had seen you before,
There's lots of you about!"
"Man
makes you by the million,
To transport things around."
"A supermarket carrier bag -
When you were on the ground!"
"But
supermarket bags can't fly,
I know that well." I said.
"They're only used to carry stuff,
Like sausages and bread."
The
bird explained 'bout men and bags,
And how men "pull things tight".
He said that this was all it took,
To turn a bag.…......into a kite."
©"JimC"