Mourning for Doves
Morning, Dove!
Mama Dove-
Oh boy!
Such Joy!
So close
So sure
So safe
So secure.
Too cute – two cute!
So soft
So sweet
So warm.
I greet
But stay away
To do no harm.
Yet
Despite this vow, her
Broken nest is empty now.
Feathers abound,
The crime scene, surround.
Once again
Tears fall
As I call,
“Mama Dove!”
Mourning dove.
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