Today is a better day. I see three Mourning Doves
Perched quietly in a tree.
Their drab brown feathers are cloaking them as they huddle.
The bare branches bend and twist around them
In color harmony. Everything is stark.
The rounded shapes catch my eye. The branches are
Long and thin in contrast.
I thought I saw something ruffle and move ever so slightly.
I focus in to see what I have spotted.
It appears the rounded shapes are birds.
They sit in peace within the barren courtyard.
All the leaves have left.
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