Coo. Coo.

Coo. Coo.
by Jack Foster Mancilla

Whispering flutter of beating wings glide by,
coo, coos floating through the misty morning.
Hello, I love you. Coo. Coo.

Sprinkles of wet light, coo, coo,
cool my bare feet in the dewy grass.
Swish, swish, feet through the grass,
doves sitting in a tree. Coo. Coo.

All morning long, coo, coo,
I love you, sitting in a tree.
Coo. One coo, sitting in a tree.
C–. One —, lying on the ground.
Good by coo. I love you.

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