The dove lights on the ledge outside my patient's room-
Back and forth with pieces of straw we could see him zoom-
For a nest he was building with the help of his mate,
Then she would lay her eggs-she couldn't be late.
Tiny babies hatched with big mouths to feed-
Mom and Dad worked hard to bring the babies seeds-
The young ones grew up so very, very fast,
To teach them to fly-the time came at last.
Mom and Dad stared at the lady in the bed-
Maybe thinking she needed to be fed,
My patient laughed for in bird lore she was famed,
For she taught in the school which bore her name.
Doves are snow white because they're so pure,
Innocent and trusting, they could be the cure-
For Man's bitterness and hate responds to their coo-
With musical voices that bring love to us too.
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