Obviously, this is another revised poem. However, the revisions are not nearly as extensive as the revisions of Be Careful What You Wish For. For the original version of Who Saw Doves and a description of the “Swampy Cree” style, read this.
This poem “names” my best friend according to what I consider to be her most foolish and most admirable quality. Enjoy!
Who Saw Doves
She came to us from the shore,
pale-skinned with stringy
yellow hair. Vultures smelled sea
salt on her flesh, swooped near
her ears, and crowed,
We love you.
We told her not to believe
them — that they wanted to taste
the ocean fish in her
belly — but she could not hear us
over the beating of feathers.
Laughing, she climbed the oak
and crawled into the nest.
Surrounded by vultures,
she whispered, How lovely
to be a friend of the doves.
Again, please do not be shy. Constructive criticism is welcome!