Sunday, May 1, 2011

Nest Building: A Poem

Upon landing, the mourning dove
Will pick up then drop

A twig several times before finding
Just the one it’s looking for,

And sometimes I suppose
It gets lucky

And comes upon the right one
On the very first try—but I’ve yet to see it.

If and when I do, you can be sure I’ll try
To write a poem about it.

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