Mourning Dove Coos

It's almost freezing;

Thermometer gives advice

(But just a measure).

The brighter the sun,

The dirtier my window.

(No transparency).

What is their secret:

These silent, peaceful bovines

Always meditating?

Pale moon over tree

Fades in the light of the day;

Mourning dove coos.

Dead leaves lie on moss 

While the stream runs underneath--

Shadows fall throughout.

Rocks, moss and shadows;

Cooing of a mourning dove;

A soft Spring morning.

Mabel and Gilda

Barking a happy hello

Lose interest and leave.