Dawn broke with the melancholy call to her mate
Mournful cooing of the one left alone and sad
Does she not realize by now that her mate is gone
Taken by someone higher up on the food chain
Nature had dealt her a blow, her mate will not return
Alas, the promise that was to be a new beginning
Shattered, her mate left without a good bye, never to be seen
She still hopes and comes back to the abandoned nest
May be if she calls long enough he will hear and be back
I don’t know if her heart breaks as one whose love has left
But her mournful call to her mate sure makes my heart break
As I look at her through the window she looks back at me
Her sad eyes inquiring if I know what happened to him
Silently I send up a pray to whoever can hear
Up in the sky the hawk may carry her to her dear
As she looks around the empty nest one last time and fly away
I close the blinds and hope some one does hear me pray
Sad though it may be as the empty nest rots away
The heart breaking cry I don’t want to hear to start my day
Few weeks back a pair of doves started making a nest under the roof on our front porch. At first they would fly away when we opened the front door. The day the eggs were laid, I was going out in the early afternoon. As I opened the front door, the male flew in from somewhere and spread his wings to cover the female sitting in the nest. I wish I had my camera with me. Then one day the male never returned. I feared the worst. The female kept on sitting on the nest. By that time she had become accustomed to us and would just look at us without flying away. By the third day after the male was gone, it was apparent that the female cannot sustain without food. Then she was gone too. I was sad but nature took its own course.
However to make the matter worse, the female started visiting the empty nest from time to time and call out to her mate. It is simply heartbreaking. First she used to come in the afternoon or evening but last couple of days she started coming in the morning. It is painful to see her sitting in the empty nest and calling her mate.
Fleeting Muse 