Mourning dove, I am watching you, there in your nest.
You are sitting on your squabs.
I am imagining your beady eyes are staring out,
asking,
how did I get myself into this?
Mourning dove, I am watching you, there in your nest.
You are sitting on your squabs.
I am imagining your beady eyes are staring out,
asking,
how did I get myself into this?