Mourning Doves

| 30 Aug 2013 | 02:16

A rough platform of twigs

no lip no edge

nothing to stop the naked babies

from tumbling into the

waiting jaws of the cat

Sad calls quiver though the mist

Are they apologies for a bum nest?

Will you do better next time?

“Well, no” they cooed so sadly

We’ll probably do the same thing again

just like you

Lynne Digby, Goshen