The Mourning Dove

Hear me cry! Hear me cry! My wonderful signal to all my relatives! I live in farmlands and gardens. I’ll chillax in the nice weather, which I love. I’ll find a place to live, perhaps get a weed seed or 2. I’ll lay eggs in my home and take care of them. They’ll hatch into cute helpless birds and I’ll take them under my care. When old enough, I’ll teach them some things and say good-bye. I’ll send them away, so their time begins. But my fall will come someday. But my babies will continue my generations forever and beyond. My rise and fall are graceful, and I will live in the hearts of my people forever!