Mourning Dove
The mourning doves are taking over. I see them on power-lines, or in the lower branches of trees,their soulful cries juxtaposed sharply against the giddy warblings of the meadowlarks. Visiting the home of my childhood, I realize I no longer hear the meadowlark's joy for the morning in full volume. Instead it is the mourning dove's voice echoing my heart. And though it's song is not as light and carefree, it is still beautiful.