Afternoon Doves
Afternoon Doves
I hear you, my little dear singing doves,
You, glaring at me with your soulful eyes,
What are you thinking this late afternoon
Or what are you selling, what did you buy?
I watched your clan friends with white striped wings,
Nor did they harmonize with bell like tones,
Ah, though, I love you as you cello speak
With muddled and gray colored stricken moans.
You watch the sparrow as if you are God.
As if you are He who gloriously feeds.
And not those who eat in humility
With sleepy eyes in this late afternoon.
Tired sun makes you shadows until you fly
In the night where perches lie for sweet sleep.
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