Mama Dove

She sat on the branch
Foreman of the construction of her nest
Her mate brought back twigs and stuff
He climbed on her back to reach the nest.

She sat on her nest
and sat
and sat
and sat.

Her baby birds hatched
They grew
She fluffed and walked about on the branch
They fluffed and walked about, too.

Today
The babies were gone
But she was there
Sitting
I don't know why
Maybe she just got used to it there.