sits a dove with plain brown feathers
and a slender tail
With spotted wings
and small blue eyes
the dove
cries
out to the sky
On the ground
calls a dove
filling the air
with a sorrowful song
To the world the dove laments
breaking the silence
with a final cadence
In the air
soars a dove
flying high
with whistling wings
To a location
unknown to us
the mourning dove
glides away
at dusk
--Sofia A., 9th-12th Grade