Myself to roll out, when I heard the
Sound.
It was the unmistakable soft murmur of
A mourning dove.
"But it's just February, and
It's dark and cold," I wanted to
Warn the early bird. "It's too soon
To hatch a brood."
But after just a few coos, the
Dove call abruptly stopped.
The winged messenger must have
Flown on to other slumbering
Souls delivering its morning cheer,
"Spring is near.
Spring is near."