My eyes scan the landscape,
Searching for what cannot be found.
My wings hover above the blood-stained barbed wire of my predators.
I can see for miles in this endless savannah.
I can easily spot the vultures hovering above their next meal.
A man.
A man wandering the desert and who is unnerved by the vultures hovering and squawking.
I dive and realise that I am no longer the White dove,
But a black one.
I am immediately chased by the vultures.
I am different and unknown.
And all seem to shun that which they are afraid of.
They are afraid of the unknown.
A contest entry
- Fly like a bird by Sonja.
1210 points, ended August 25, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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Oh, yes. I totally agree with you. To be different and unknown is mostly very dangerous. Nice contrast between white and black dove is making this poem to be stronger in its meaning. Nice done.
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Amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
totally awesome! True in every way! Keep it up!
much luv!
-fallen
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