The First Dove.

It's morning, and the doves are waiting.

On the roof tops, on the tree, waiting for the food which would be arriving.

I enter the temple, there is a flutter of noise,

I look up and find these birds sitting in a poise.

I scatter the peanuts on the ground,

they get restless and hungry but are scared to come down.

Hoot and cry but afraid to take the plunge.

Finally a dove decides, I will be the one.

Gracefully it floats and lands near my feet,

Others watch anxiously, but still don't come to eat.

The dove takes a bite and relishes the food,

and then others scamper down to share the loot.

Eat and eat, now they are a cheerful bunch,

bellies are full with a delightful brunch.

Opening their beaks thirstily they fly back to the tree top,

waiting to quench the thirst with the first rain drop.