In Trills of Two

so softly coos the mourning dove

in sad lament of his lost love

he finds a lonely place up high

for his lost mate perhaps to spy

betwixt the noisy sparrow’s din

and busy wheels that loudly spin

in the pause between goings-on

is when you’ll hear his doleful song

what can inspire this lonesome voice

mere instinct or a rueful choice

on a strand of wire perched above

listen for the lone mourning dove

or in twilight at end of day

when other birds have quit the fray

you’ll see broad wings of dappled grey

and hear him sing sotto voce

in the silence you’ll hear him coo

whispering soft in trills of two

in dimming grey of evening light

his echoing sighs haunt the night

~e