I watched two ring doves sit together
They came to visit almost everyday
Other birds came and fed alone
But they were always different
Two very shy lovers as one, always
I often thought how and where they met
How they planned and built their nest
Then one day there was just one
I watched from my window
It seemed lost sitting alone, later
I found two wings like a small angel
Imprinted on my kitchen window
Below the dove lay still on the ground.
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