Mourning Dove
Mourning Dove
Mourning Dove
Eyes to the skies above
Head bowed down
In sorrow she will drown
No pain a mama should bare
For her dead young bring dispair
Other chicks stay warm in nest
As tired mama rest
One did not survive
Saw the world and died
Papa crafted nest with stick and straw
And with mighty claw
Papa lured mama in with his mating call
Papa wouldn’t stop even if he did fall
He deserved a glance
Even a first chance
The last five did hatch
A strong and able batch
Born hungry , fed worms and insects
Mama dove cleans and inspects
Everyone of her young are well
Here they will dwell
Marckincia Jean
Rhyme
06/08/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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