Mourning Dove

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

         ooo ooo ooo
         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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