Mourning Doves
There used to be mourning doves outside my bedroom window, and over the years I watched generations of grey birds nest in the same planter pot perched on top of the baker’s rack on my patio, where it stood with its back against the glass separating it from the bedroom. The dawn brought with it motherly “coos” and the chirping of hungry hatchlings, and the sunlight would streak in through the bare blinds…