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FOUR MOURNING DOVES
There are four mourning doves in the garden
busily pecking away,
They get the seeds that fall from the feeder,
there most of the day,
They coo softly to each other as they bob
up and down,
They blend so well with the dead grass
with their dull brown,
Starlings and red winged blackbirds
join then for awhile,
As the chickadees, juncos and sparrows
feast above in style.
The cardinals although quite large
prefer the feeder to eat,
To see a few of them balanced there
is quite a feat.
Now here come the squirrels to join in
all the fun,
But the last to leave will be the mourning doves
when the day is done.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 3 January 2005