Dove’s Coo

There were two pair of mourning doves
In the backyard of our home
One flew into the window
Now its mate is all alone


Each day we see the lone one
And, also the other pair
And wonder if the mournful cry
Is for the one no longer there

This, I contemplated
Then smiled with a sigh
Wondering who could read my thoughts
As a tear formed in my eye

Perhaps they coo in thankfulness
For time on earth they shared
Or might it be a question
As to why they had been spared?