Mourning doves congregate below my deck
heads bowed.
A single bird stands forward
from the huddled mass
and watches me through the window
beady eyes filled with distrust.
At some invisible signal,
all raise their heads.
They croon a hymn and process forward
jostling for a front position
before exiting in waves
and soaring into a shaft of morning light.
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