Prompt
Dove Tail Tales
Their call was familiar
before their appearance
Morning feeders
at breakfast time
Feathers smoothed to seamlessness
multiple shades of tan, beige, brown
Not white but
still peaceful
Too large for the perch so they sat in the seeds
until Dad bought a mix that repelled them
Now they peck through his grasses
mourning
A sound I know from summers
sister and I sharing a bed
Waking to unfamiliar plaintive notes
visiting his farm back when Grandpa lived
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