Grieving the death of yesterday,
and the fearful beginning of a new today,
Sits the mourning dove,
perched upon its pine tree palace.
The call of the sorrowful dove;
a soft, songful lament against the dawn's awakening.
Beneath the blue jay's ballad,
countered by the crow's cackle.
The mourning of the fallen, unknown to the world.
The mourning of the lost and forgotten.
Not singing, not chirping;
Just grieving.