Little Dove

Little Dove

I saw your nest fall

Splinter and scatter on the ground

Perched high on that shaky branch

The breeze was strong

Ruffling your delicate feathers

Your twiggy legs trying to hold on

Sweet little singing bird

I heard your sad, strange song

Carried along

By that violent breeze

It spinned and swirled around my heart

I followed it to that tree

But you were gone

Darling birdy

Come sit on my arm

Peck the seeds from my palms

Hide away in my hair

From the sun’s harsh glare

I wouldn’t keep you for long

Pretty little dove

I sometimes whistle your song

When I’m down

I think of lighter winds

And softer skies

And know you’ll take flight

And make a lovely little home

The winter won’t last long

Stay strong

My kindred little dove