they were told
a gift was on its way
and being of proper breeding
they sought
shiny wrapping paper
bow with finesse
impossible to miss.
Too preoccupied looking for sheen
they missed
the cloak of a teenage girl
passing by that busy morn
the cry of a baby
from a not-too-distant cave
the unmistakable scent
of two turtledoves
offered up
on an altar
that other day.
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