The cooing
of a mourning dove.
A song of sorrow
or one of love?
Was her mate
breakfast for a fox?
Or does it welcome
the new day?
One symbol and
metaphor away
from a tale of sorrow
or one of love.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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- Published: May 24th, 2025 07:08
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 13
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Teddy.15
Comments3
Let's hope it was love, enjoyed the read
Thanks, PL. I appreciate the comment. I do so lean to love.
You are very welcome
A most wonderful write and a fave. The wording is its selling factor poetic indeed
Thanks, DB. The doves sit on my terrace. One called and called the other morning, and finally the other showed up, but not before it inspired this poem.
A cup half full or half empty situation, how beautiful, I'd like to think a song of love. 🕊️
Thanks, Teddy. I would like to think so as well.
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