Your poem reminds me of the devotion that doves have for one another and their chicks. We have both mourning doves and white winged doves here. Outside, I can hear them cooing to one another in the trees where they have nests nearby.
But I have seen one dove chase another away from our bird feeder as a part of territorial claim that most birds have, in spite of flocking together after nesting season.
Perhaps the tragedy of your observations points to the fact far too few ever allow Nature to inform of both the positive and negative characteristics of humankind. I look forward to these kinds of poetic renderings, as even I, with many a moment enveloped by Nature, need the written expression of environment appreciation to keep me reminded of how generous the universe and its bounty are. Thank you for posting.
Love this although made me kind of sad as well. We had a pair of morning doves that were here since we moved in but sadly something must have happened to one of them for only see the one now...in the same places that there used to be two...
Fee
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But I have seen one dove chase another away from our bird feeder as a part of territorial claim that most birds have, in spite of flocking together after nesting season.
Ron
message…
Enchanting words…
Diana..🍃
Fee