A MOURNING DOVE

by MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo

July 28, 2015

First she build a nest.

Under our porch awning.

Next she sitting on her nest.

Than, I heard some noise.

Now she feeding three.

Soon all will be gone.

All we will have left.

Are memories.

~ Ricardo

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MillRatUSMC aka RicardoJul 30, 2015

Last night, I notice the location of her nest.She placed it with enough room.Where she might sleep next to her chicks.Birds are much more than what we take them for.