When Doves Cry
The sun was just starting to rise in the sky stretching its fingers across the earth to pull itself over the horizon. A few scattered stars remained in the sky, reluctant memories of the beautiful night that had just ended. It was going to be a hot day, even with the sun just beginning to climb into the heavens it was already over seventy degrees outside and quickly climbing. ?Rat.? Damian mumbled as he walked around his barn checking the traps. The first had a rat glued in...