A Ground-Nest Tea
several mourning doves
frequented the feeders
for small seeds
gently they ruffled feathers
around neck and head
as they slowly fed
full after twenty minutes
they went to ground
to clean each other
each took turns picking
seeds from the others
upper body feathers
and when a beak be seed full
the seed-picker then fed
them back to the other
this custom being
times natural
on-nest-tea
stan sand
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