Bird Song - Poem by Alicia Patti
How I love the coo-coo-coo! of a dove,
especially at dusk when the summer
air is redolent with musk,
and all around are the sounds
of nature’s wooing.
Add a tinkling brook nearby, echoed
by a mockingbird, its splendid harmony
a welcome counterpoint to the symphony.
And now I wait for the hoo-hoo-hoo! of
An owl that visits me each night
as though she knows I need her song
to make my joy complete.
But then I am saddened,
for my dove doesn’t come this day,
and I am left to ponder:
Perhaps she has found another
to hypnotize with her wonder;
if so my heart is gladdened,
for who doesn’t love the wooing
and the cooing of a dove.
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