Mourning Dove

On a branch
sits a dove with plain brown feathers
and a slender tail 
With spotted wings 
and small blue eyes 
the dove 
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