Watching, curiously watching.
The dove feels the stare of each glance.
Watching, carefully watching.
She hides under her white wing.
Watching, judgmentally watching.
Flying to the highest tree branch affords no privacy.
Watching, thoughtfully watching.
A migration south creates an entire set of new guards.
Watching, comically watching.
Making an S.O.S. in her flight pattern brings applause.
Watching, bored to tears, watching.
She is just one bird. There are so many more just like her.
Watching, lovingly watching.
Puffing out her chest feathers she feels important.
Watching, hunting and watching
Bang. The hunter has found its mark.
Red runs so bright on white.
