Hear the Dove''s Song
Under the awing
Sitting on my deck
Enjoying the cool shade
I hear the dove singing
Her famous song comes
Hidden by the trees
She is not in sight
Yet she seems close by
Suddenly a bird is flying out
Away from the tree
This bird I see is fleeing
It could be her.
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2016
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