People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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The doves circled in the dawn.
Settled into trees, talking softly
among themselves in whispers.
So they will attract no attention.
Neither from the mighty nor the
small life which scurries below.
Something dark and dangerous
stalks through the center of the
forest. Quiet settles. With only
steps of fear shuffling through
the undergrowth. True silence.
And the world returns to life.
The doves return to whispering.
No more the idle gossip of most
mornings; Rife with speculation.
Did a bear or a wolf walk past?.
They would fly away. If it is a
human, there will be no escape.
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