Dove Love
sixteen sometimes twenty-three
sweet little brown-grey bud size
doves pressed together side by side
along the morning roof line
one next to the other up to the peak
then one next to the other down
the other
side
sweetly and silently waiting for
the sun to break past the dawn
warming their feathers and little
birdy bodies
waiting for me to bring out the
breakfast banquet of seeds 'n such
I think we all smile together
at one
another
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