Second Place--Adult 

Mourning Dove, Mourning 

The gray dove lies in the grass, lifeless.

Its mate arrives,

Picks at the body

As if to say—

Get up.  Oh please,

Get up.

Hunkers down into the grass,

Sits quietly with the body,

Watching, waiting.

And finally flies up to the wire overhead,

And gives it’s mournful call.

 

By Betty Darnell