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.