Mourning Dove
the morning dove was not surprised by me
she quipped a bit, fluttered her wings but went straight back to work…..
picking through my debris pile of late………. ““`no not this one- maybe this?”””””
no she threw it away too.
hot it was in the sun so I moved into the shade
her only feet away, she cooed and again went to her fate
picking sticks for a nest
I spoke to her, as always, acknowledged I saw her dance throughout last eve with her mate and trusted her to find the right one to start her family
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You do a great job expressing the internal life of the dove in this piece.
Thank you