When Doves Cry

watching, waiting for
the unknowable ending~
what's on the last page?

The haiku was inspired by mourning doves in the early morning at Gumbo Cove … were they sentries? Signposts?

They seemed like they were anxiously awaiting something.

Like us.

Waiting for an election. Waiting for a vaccine. Waiting until we feel safe again.

Or maybe the doves were watchful.

Maybe they had seen the alligator that swam slowly past us the next day, a silent monster of muscle and menace.

Perhaps nature is just falling in line with signs of the times; choose your own metaphor.

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