Morning Doves

I woke to mourning doves drinking water off the AC

(It had dripped from the unit above, as ours dripped onto the one below).

I watched them for a while, as did the cat, who sat silently on the windowsill

(The glass must frustrate her, but her eagerness amuses us).

The doves felt exotic amongst the pigeons of the city, like ambassadors from a far off land clad in fine feathers

(Though you loved all doves equally, rock or otherwise).

The pair, thirst quenched, sounded their whistling wings, achieving liftoff with no runway

(Off to important business at the embassy).

We watched them go as the sun filled the room, warming the green we had painted behind our bed

(The same color as Midnight’s eyes).

Her prey gone, she lost interest and left us alone,

(Dry food would have to do)

With no sound except the leaves in the courtyard

(Like waves washing over the shore)

And your breath, steady and quiet. I rose,

(Letting you sleep in for once)

To procure bagels and coffee in our little neighborhood in the big city

(Off to important business).