Are birds self aware? Do form attraction when flown in pair Do cut the wind with love in air, Do feel desires pain despair Do consider approach the end, Break their hearts with love to mend
Break their wings with thorned Gray crowns The warmest nest they gather round Speak of sights and foods and drink Are thoughts behind the eyes they blink
Do they fear and speak of death, With deepest sorrow draw last breath With thoughts of clouds that fill the sky Near the humans slow walk by
Broken battered old and fraying This be where the dove is laying This old Dove can make bereaved Pride and purpose will soon leave
Last comes now, the smallest tear He will depart without fear And grace the endless sky above With friends and kin he always loved
Free of bruises age and wear, All I know and all I care Never the same, feels another birds stare.