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.

                                                               JDG