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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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Mourning Dove See the single, ragged dove he pecks at the fresh washed earth then stops to scan his surroundings. He raises his wings seemingly with lethargy and great effort coo’s wistfully as he searches ‘round. His efforts look like auto-pilot, actions robot-like, without life like it doesn’t matter at all. Yet, he continues with his activities feeding himself without real conviction always looking about...lost and alone. Remembering reading somewhere these creatures mate for life where i wonder is this forlorn bird’s mate? Companion selected and years invested must be what he searches for...life lost understanding of his pain floods the watcher. Great is the sorrow, the empathy the futility of understanding the tragic going about ones life empty, apathetic, alone. Wondering if this poor creature’s mate ran off with a slick, deceitful mockingbird leaving him forever, true to nature...mourning? ~~~~~~  [This message has been edited by Tramp Poet (08-11-2003 02:25 PM).] |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
I love mourning doves - they frequent my back porch quite often. Mockingbirds are notoriously naughty little brutes. We have quite a few varieties, but what's really cool, is that when the doves come onto the porch to eat from the feeder, all of the other birds clear out. Not out of fear, but seeming respect. Even the mockingbirds. It's a treat to watch. I know the feel of this poem is sad, but it brought out that thought and I had to share it. I wonder sometimes, is it better to be alone in misery, or in misery shared? Good write, enjoyed! |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
You've really found something in this animal. I've lately taken to animal watching myself, and I've noticed similar patterns... how they seem to mirror certain human ways... and in doing this, help us realize how small our problems really are... Lovely writing, Tramp Poet. You've definitely got the mind's eye of a true poet. Parasite Faith is a fine invention |
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