Mon 1/12/2009 9:30 PM
For the Love of the Doves
Each day as morning starts to break.
up in the ash tree
lives are at stake.
There stand the many the proud and the flock
Of lovely gray doves
In morns early light.
As the sun gets higher and the seeds
Start to be seen
Out comes my Mary on this birdie scene.
She's got seeds for the birds
The best to be had,
And food for the squirrels
The darling little lads
She places it so in the dawns
early light
Barely able to see them
All take to flight in fright.
And low and behold after she's stepped up the steps
To come back in.
They all return to mull over their din!
They scutttle, and they hop
And some fly straight up
Only to land on the brim of the cup
That hangs in the tree
With morsels to gulp.
The day is begun and
We all have a grin.
The doves
and the squirrels having their din din.
As moments pass the yard fills up
With a gaggle of birds searching for seeds
As their prey!
Copyright 1-12-2009 by
J. MichaudBlaine