A dove is working to build a nest
from straw and dead lemon grass
in the corner of a transom window.
It’s wings flap slap against the pane
trying to force twigs and debris to nest.
This dove’s work will fail, it’s efforts
futile, time irretrievable, she will be forced
to lay her eggs on the sill
when her need
arrives. Her nesting materials
left littering the patio floor
below, a soft cloud that will not catch
her dropped eggs.

-Melva Sue Priddy