On Deck

In wintry twilight
Twenty-seven mourning doves
Comfortably roost

skat@2019

Fly-boys

doves, lovey-doving
instead of shovey-doving
much bill-coo, bill-coo

skat©2019

Fence-Sitters

I raise my eyes as
dove-duo triples in size–
no surprise: fresh food!

skat@2019

Shadorma #22

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Seven doves
arrive each morning
at seven.
In the snow
on fence-tops, their plump bodies
cleave indentations.

Skat@2017

Hawks and Doves

Cooper’s, I mistook
for mourner–no match for my
red vuvuzela.

skat@2017