The Dove
The dove lit on the ledge outside the lady's room,
Back and forth with pieces of straw we watched him zoom--
For a nest he was building with the help of his mate,
There she would lay her eggs--she couldn't be late.
Tiny babies hatched with great big mouths to feed-
Mom and Dad worked hard to feed their babes on seeds,
The young ones grew up so very, very fast-
To teach them to fly-the time came at last.
Mom and Daddy dove looked at the lady in the bed,
Probably thinking that maybe she needed to be fed-
My patient laughed, for in bird lore she was famed-
She taught in the high school which bore her name.
"They are really so sweet for they are thinking of me"--
She said as a tear dripped down on her knee,
"The babies are flying and leaving the nest,
They now have some free time to get some good rest."
Doves are snow white because they're so pure,
Innocent and trusting, they could also cure--
Men's bitterness and hatred respond to the "coo",
With musical voices that bring love to us too.
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