Urban Doves
Outside the window ten pigeons descended from above
Cooing and singing a song of comfort and love
Every morning they came less one
Still every morning their song they sung
On the tenth day one came alone
Singing and cooing his song on his own
He sang all morning until the night
Never once leaving my sight
His cooing and singing suddenly stopped
In a reverent bow his head dropped
He stood motionless seeming to become bereft
That was the moment you took your last breath
He cooed one last song and then flew away
I believe he was your guide to Heaven that day
Some people see a pigeon as a nuisance and a pest
But I know they are Urban Doves whom God has blest
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