Mourning Dove


I hear the mourning dove
     Call softly and serenely
Her song of gentle love,
     With notes performed routinely.

     oo-OO,
         ooo ooo ooo
     oo-OO,
         ooo ooo ooo...

So soothing is the sound
     She whispers with persistence,
What had been tightly wound
     Unwinds with no resistance.

If only I could be
     So subtle and hypnotic,
My mate would not find me
     At times a bit neurotic.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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