In Storm’s Path

When we got home,

you were there to greet us,

sweet mourning dove.

Cooing softly,

you didn’t take flight

but lingered close by

on the ground.


Worried you might

be injured, we slowly

approached, but you

flew to a near-by tree

and cooed, as if to say,

“Thanks, but no thanks.

I’ve got this and so do you.”

And, indeed, we do.


This entry was posted in poetry.

2 comments on “In Storm’s Path

  1. allysoally says:

    I love the way birds bring us messages!


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