Targeted by a hunter down
below
And charged by an eagle
high above,
A pair of doves, panic,
perched on a bow,
With each ready to die for
the other.
Stunk by a trodden cobra
on his heal,
The hunter missed his
balance and his aim,
The arrow went past the
birds to the sky,
Where it hit the eagle
hovering there.
The hunter was killed; so
was the eagle.
The birds liable to die
had been spared.
God saved the innocent and
punished the wicked.
Are they wicked when they
aimed for their food?
04.06.2016
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