Mourning Dove

Out back--behind our house--a mourning dove is nesting

sheltered under the 'Roger's Red' grape

Plumped, still and quiet she waits

shiny black eyes wide

Our son these days is still learning about respect

He whines

He screams

He wants his way

Then yesterday

He saw the eggs and the bird sitting so tenderly

Here mother dove, he said, here's seed for you.

Here mother dove, some water for you.