For you, the loyal readers of my blog.

The White Dove

The rain splattered

on a ground long tattered.

Swirling the mud beneath

singing in pure rhapsody.

Under a hot tin roof

On a white lime wall

spewing forth dark green goo,

sat a dove, a pure white dove.

While the rain sang,

her lilting tune, and

the world danced in ecstatic hue.

But the dove...

The pure white dove

sat on the white lime wall

spewing dark green goo.

Enjoy! Let me know your opinions and comments soon.