Two Mourning Doves

Outside my ninth floor window Where the A/C unit sits, Two mourning doves appeared And it delighted me to bits. They’ve never visited before And didn’t stay too long. I missed the opportunity To hear their mournful song. These birds, I’ve read, will mate for life And if they drop on by, Then hope and peace and also love Their presence does imply. Though I’m skeptical of folklore, I won’t argue that the signs Point to pleasant, hopeful tidings From these feathered Valentines.