Whistling of a mourning doves wings
As they fly from the ground to sky
It may sound like a lament; a cry
But that's just what their wings are doing
Doves are mainly monogamous; cooing
Open the door and hear their sound
In the moment, we know we're still around
—Winter Morning
Poet, John Conte
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