Deb Soule


Deb Soule
Deb Soule,

Rockport, Maine:

Mourning Doves Don’t Sing

Writers: Source: Deb Soule; Sherpa: Malcolm Brooks

I found an injured mourning dove
Nestled in my compost pile
Keeping herself warm
Scattering sunflower seeds around
I lured her to the safety
The safety of my garden
 
Day after day
She came out from the trees
To sip the water
Held within the leaves
Of the teasel plant
The teasel plant
 
Chorus:
Mourning doves don’t sing
They coo
Cooing and reminding me
The veil Between birds and women
Is thin
 
Sometimes her mate would call her
Together they would converse
In their private way
One day she flew upwards
Answering her mate
Together they flew away
 
But that was not the end,
They came back.
All that summer
I could see
Them nesting in my garden
Nesting in my garden
 
Mourning doves don’t sing
They coo
Cooing and reminding me
The veil Between birds and women
Is thin
 
I went and got a bottle
Started to collect
The water of the teasel
To heal my people
To heal what has been broken
To heal what has been broken
 
Mourning doves don’t sing
They coo
Cooing and reminding me
The veil Between birds and women
Is thin


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