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.
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