Another mourning dove
didn’t heed
the door opening,
the scrambling,
panting,
scraping,
of Sofi,
75 pounds of bounding
collie/retriever/chow.

Other creatures-
cardinals, jays, squirrels-
fled the feeder.
This dove continued pecking
at scattered
seed.

Sofi pounced,
the bird
a tossed
tennis ball.

She delivered it,
lady-like
at my
feet.

Again?

Jeffrey G. Moss is a Brooklyn born and bred author. He is branching out more and every day.