Baby mourning dove.
Fell from the tree.
Bamboozled from hitting mad made glass.
We make eye contact.
No wonder, friend. 💜 Have you seen the nests the parents build?
Tiny wings stuck in the car windshield wipers.
Do I help? Nature right?
He remembers who he is.
He fly’s back to tree. Peeks at me awhile.
Then he sees the deserted robins nest. He glances inside. He understands it’s not his true home. Nope, not for this baby.
He hops up another branch. Watching me again.
He hears a parent above sing lovely songs to call baby back home. But as a baby, unsure where to go. We watch one another a long while. I send love before going inside, assured he will be okay.
Hours later.
I return outside.
Beautiful melody of songbirds.
Joyful harmonies from high above.
Grateful tears ensue again.
- When baby mourning doves fly
Maybe we all are just shrieking humans
Mimicking sounds of dove cries?
Aug 2023 #poetry #doves #birds
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