Mourning Dove

The Mourning Dove

She cries out on the wasted air
a lamentation.
The most hunted bird in North America,
she lays but two eggs,
only two.
If the clutch should grow,
it is another female’s
eggs invading her nest.
Adorned with gray feathers to
blend with the fog
she weaves her poorly crafted nest
with her man standing
on her back.
She takes flight and her wings
whistle.
She soars at 55 miles per hour
then falls to avoid the forest raptor,
a hawk who wants her meat.

Elliptical wings are curious things.