There was a sparrow in the square today,
he was courting the loveliest of doves.
Circling around a small breadcrumb buffet
on a stretch of path called the walk of love.
The path was lively- like a lusty sigh
with words of passion lingering overhead.
The chestnut-shouldered lover coy and spry
gave his dove a peck, her beak full of bread.
Finishing her meal she would blush if she
could. So she pecked him back and they took flight.
All who saw this scene would have to agree
that a simple day can be a delight.
And as the peaceful day continued on
there was the music of a chirping song.
-By Donavue
he was courting the loveliest of doves.
Circling around a small breadcrumb buffet
on a stretch of path called the walk of love.
The path was lively- like a lusty sigh
with words of passion lingering overhead.
The chestnut-shouldered lover coy and spry
gave his dove a peck, her beak full of bread.
Finishing her meal she would blush if she
could. So she pecked him back and they took flight.
All who saw this scene would have to agree
that a simple day can be a delight.
And as the peaceful day continued on
there was the music of a chirping song.
-By Donavue
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