mourning doves made their nest above the porch again stout-hearted they are with their discreet grey and heather feathers eggs ready to hatch in summer heat don’t touch it I say to you, hesitating not knowing if you already did I’m leaving it this time you say a world is saved
Many times have doves nested on my front porch. Always feel blessed when they do. Heard a long time ago not to touch nests or the parents might not return & the eggs not hatch or the babies be abandoned. Not sure if that's true but better safe than sorry!
I like doves too...more complex than we give them credit for. Lovely understated poem. So good to see you again !