Two Mourning Doves
Outside my ninth floor window
Where the A/C unit sits,
Two mourning doves appeared
And it delighted me to bits.
They’ve never visited before
And didn’t stay too long.
I missed the opportunity
To hear their mournful song.
These birds, I’ve read, will mate for life
And if they drop on by,
Then hope and peace and also love
Their presence does imply.
Though I’m skeptical of folklore,
I won’t argue that the signs
Point to pleasant, hopeful tidings
From these feathered Valentines.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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