Dear Brown Dove

Dear brown dove, do you still remember me;
Still perch and coo up on the water tank;
Alight on the flower bed by the concrete yard
To still scavenge for some scattered seeds?

Wonder where I am? I'm away chasing life:
Once a bud, then unfurls and has become a leaf ...

Do you still get confused by the windows,
Try to seek out the brown dove inside
But only to realize curiosity ensnares?
I hope you'd learn to avoid another pitfall.

Watch out for the sparrowhawk lurking
High up on the telecoms mast across the fence:
A dirge is the song its cruel talons sing -
A sparrow once squirmed in this macabre dance.

Having neither wicked-looking horns nor fangs;
No dreadful talons nor forbidding roars;
Indeed for one with no tricks or fraud,
Speed in flight must be given an ample room.

Essentially, dear brown dove, let's learn to pray
... for the wind that buffets life is fate.