Two Doves

Two doves, mottled brown on the red metal roof next door, sang me awake this morning. Not the furious chorus of birds that greet the dawn. But throaty coos, one magnifying the other, until it reached me and led me out of sleep to their morning song.

"And anon there came in a dove at a window, and in her mouth there seemed a little censer of gold, and therewithal there was such a savour as all the spicery of the world had been there."
(Sir Thomas Mallory)