Something I wrote down the other day. I feel like it's an idea I would love to expand upon, but at the same time, I like how it's short and comes to a simple conclusion. So...I'll call it a finished piece. For now. :) What do you think?
I hide a thousand Mourning Doves beneath my bed each night.
Though they are nocturnal, their eyes grow wide by light.
All of them are broken; some will surely die -
But someday, I'll release them, and all will surely fly.
Olivia Meldrum 2010