Mourning Doves
Flutter their furry acoustic wings
Passionate pecks
Eyes flicker, glance for prey
Though calm they appear
Doves soar with the wind, in a blink
Swift creatures journey far
Still, forever render to their nests
Attend their young
Cavort with sweethearts
And purr to a starry slumber

Together, we frolic with trills and rapture
Eyes blink in unison, lashes flutter
Whispers tease our flesh
Calm intensifies to perfume bliss
In a nest of white satin sheets
We fly just in our dreams
And awaken to dawn’s soothing balm