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The
Morning Dove
by Velma M. Carlson
I
sat alone but it wasn't long
When a morning dove came by.
He perched on a post quite near to me
And looked me straight in the eye.
He seemed to sense that I was alone, that
I was lonely too...
He just sat there as if to say, "Someone cares -
I do."
He cocked his head and blinked his eyes
As
cute as he could be.
He flapped his wings and then took off,
But was looking back at me.
It wasn't long and he was back -
Just basking in the sun.
He saw his mate and they took off
As soon as she said "Come".
I sat alone and watched them go -
They were as happy as could be.
He had taken the time to rest awhile
And sing a song for me.
~ 1990 ~
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
Poetry From the Generations - Nan's Morsels
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