My Woodland Pidgeon Friends

Bringing peaceful harmony,
like early morning prayer,
comforted to hear them,
to know that they are there.

A routine played out everyday,
I awaken to their call,
messages from the great, wild yonder,
wherever their presence falls.

You've been my friends,
for twenty years or more,
I shall always yearn for your sweet sounds,
and your melodic, calling score.

And, once again I shall imagine,
your courtship walk display,
as you tread upon my rooftop,
with flapping wings, you fly away.

Oh, how I will miss you,
your gentle woodland song,
of early morning cooing,
I will miss this when I've gone.

I shall imagine the tree tops,
swaying in the wind,
gentle light flickering,
upon your feathered wings.

But, most of all your calling,
as I awaken in my new bed,
your gentle sounds will remain,
implanted in my head.