No Branch In Beak
everyday
i wake
sometimes
early
others late
but lately
whenever
i do i'm
greeted by
the sound
almost owl like
but instead of
who i hear
you or boohoo
hoo
as if Noah
waiting
for a sign
someday
sometime
i will
not wake
to the call
of the mourning
dove for he calls for
thee
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