Four Dove and a Falcon

Four doves flew in formation guiding the vanguard towards base camp. Weeks into the insurrection, we were returning with promising reports from the frontline. Small skirmishes continued to erupt sporadically across rural America as the major cities remained bloody battlegrounds. Conventional wisdom predicted that we would have been easily subdued by the excessively armed military and now state sanctioned militias.  Nature, however, was fighting on our behalf. Tanks and weaponized cell towers were no match for violent tornadoes and hurricanes that blew in with no warning.  Only earthquakes and fires outmatched the decisive power of the winds.  As we passed through the fiercely guarded entrance,  the falcon perched atop the gate. Though many battles remained ahead, we bowed in thanks at the sign of assured victory. We were being greatly assisted.