The Doves

We appear to have developed
it would seem, a firm 
monopoly on their affections
as their faithful attendance at
our feeders would testify; at the
first dim rays of dawn and on the
fingers of dusk shading the
landscape from winter white
to spring's promised arrival
they present with a telling
whir of wings, singly and in
pairs, a trio, then a quartet,
until a gentle flock has assembled
claiming the feeding stations
then settling for a postprandial
nap, aware of the presence of
others but tranquilly at rest
the very symbol of peace
the doves who winter here.