I call it living. I am the symbol of peace whatever that means. Some of those people cheer, some stop and stare. Some have even had portraits drawn of me. I must be important. Definitely better than those pigeons over there.

As I fly around looking for seeds and scrapes. I see some of my friends trapped in cages at some gathering of people. What could they be doing with my friends? They are starting to throw rice, that’s odd. And they released my friends. As two of those creatures run by everyone else. I hope I never get caught.

I just want to fly and eat and look good. It’s a simple life and one that I want to live. I live peacefully and without malice, except for those stupid pigeons. I wish they wouldn’t stare at me. I love my life. I am a dove of peace. I will fly around above all else until my finally days come to me.

I am getting tired today so I am going to go home now, it’s not far from here just in those trees. There it is time to sleep. There is a rustling in the tree but it’s just the wind I think.

There is food right there the cat thinks as it climbs the tree, that bird just landed in. I am position to pounce. The cat lunges and gets the bird.

The story of the dove flying around is over and the cat has a full belly.