Doves flocked at the food court during lunch;

Some walked back and forth,

Some gone in circles—

All in search of grains or crumbs.

A little beyond noon, crowd came;

Some with plates and drink ready to sit down,

Some were browsing still walking around—

All ready for the munch.

More doves came by;

Some walking in between benches and tables,

Some in standby by trash cans and bins

All in search of grains or crumbs—not a chance.

Out of nowhere a lady guard asked angrily,

“Who fed the doves?” No one answered.

“Who fed the doves?” She asked again.

So I answered, “God did. God fed the doves.”