I built this nest of straw and hay
twig by twig, day by day
so that my doves don't wander astray
but happiness is always an arms length away
for a child who never cared to pray
yet still I strain for ecstasy
I save my doves for a single jay
carrying them to her on this joyous day
the forest holds vivid hues of may
I long for jays smile, her bright sun ray
but soon the wolfs begin to bay
their short fur, bloodied and grey
I will not let my doves die today
I will not lose her priceless cachet
my steps comes faster as I run away
the wolfs gives chase my doves their prey
I crash through the foliage in this deadly relay
but fangs find my leg now here I lay
my fragile doves spill unto the clay
the blood of doves begins to spray
turning nearby violets to a crimson bouquet
a truly beautiful yet macabre display
my only doves embrace dismay
their tiny wings left to fray
their delicate bodies to decay
words cannot begin to portray
how my heart broke this day
my doves were yours, forgive me jay
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