The Doves

Early mornings receive his song
Coo, coo, coo, coo 'tis true
It echoes in the deep hollow
There are answers, a few

It seems some of his family
Has moved across the way
And dislocated by distance
Their songs come crisp at day 

Cooing though morn's skies are gray
Communicate their desires
To their love; to their enemy
A woe that is so dire

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Harshita Chaudhary

October 17, 2017 at 11:04 PM

Really, it is very pleasant to hear the coo of the doves. Nice poem my friend.

Sara Kendrick

October 18, 2017 at 12:06 PM

Harshita, Thanks for the visit to my page..I enjoy hearing nature when I can..It has soothing feel to it..Sara

Pashang Salehi

July 18, 2017 at 11:20 AM

Beautiful write, reminds of the movie lonesome dove....

Jack Horne

July 1, 2017 at 3:04 PM

lovely write, my friend - hope I've just answered your Soup Mail, but I'm not sure, LOL. I'm getting confused with the new layout

Daniel Turner

June 30, 2017 at 9:55 PM

I know they mate for life, so one would imagine being separated would make them woeful. This seems a little sad to me, Mrs Sara. Not sure that was your intention. Probably just me. It is written beautifully:)

Sara Kendrick

July 1, 2017 at 6:03 AM

Daniel, We have one species of Dove here that does sound mournful but I like their call as well as the other Doves..Yes, there is a certain amount of sadness here for that morning I was feeling some sadness..I was thinking about how they must make some kind of sound to their predators to stay away as well as love calls to their mates..Yes, they do mate for life and are really grieved if their mate dies..Sara