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