Doves of a Feather

The two of them sit close and tight

From time to time their feathers flutter in the light

The two - a he and she

Have been lovers on a tree

Their life began some months ago

Now they are mature doves

And when the roof is hot and shining bright

They come each day to entertain

The couple on the other side

They look and watch, and cannot fathom

Why humans do not see

That only love can keep the world from insanity

The outside lovers coo and kiss

They walk around each other playing,

Till it’s time for their games to end

By loving not pretending

Those two inside have long forgotten

Their little friends outside

For they too, played well together

And soon, the time was ripe for remembering

They remember how, long ago

They were young and ready for life

Ready for love - till death do us part

And, they keep on, remembering…

 © Denise Nowakowski, 2002