A Lonesome Dove   1 comment

A Lonesome Dove — Image by kenne

Each spring a pair of
white-winged doves
return to our patio area
and each year I welcome
the morning cooing calls,
sometimes on the front
courtyard wall as I leave
to go hiking or a morning run.

Later in the day,
always near sunset,
I see them at the patio fountain
for an end of day watering —
they may not know it
but we have become close friends
over the five years
we have called Tucson our home.

The other day as I returned from
an early morning run
I noticed a dove
on the street circle grassy area
face down
tail feather pointed up,
almost instinctively
I began to look around —

there on the courtyard wall
was a lone dove
looking toward the circle.
Later that morning I saw him
in a mesquite tree near the circle —
and for days now I see
him as if without looking.
Slowly I have accepted

that my friend
has lost a friend.
Now only one dove
visits the fountain at sunset.
I have begun to noticed
morning cooing again,
maybe, just maybe my friend
will find a new friend.

— kenne

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