Counting Doves

One dove sitting

on a telephone wire,

along lands another,

says he's a great flyer.

Two doves sitting 

on the telephone line,

along lands another,

says he's doing fine.

Three doves sitting

on the telephone post,

along lands another,

says,  four is the most

number of birds

to sit on this post.

Along came a hawk,

off they all flew,

flying away

into the blue.

One flew east,

one flew west,

two flew south

and built a nest.

       This morning there was a quail sitting on my fence.  He had a grey chest, a white band and dark bottom.  It looked like he was wearing a winter sweater with a feather cap on his head. He had his feathers fluffed to capture the air and warm himself.  I wonder who first observed the birds doing this and figured out we could do the same thing with down quilts to keep warm.  Do you have a cold poem you want to write today?  Enjoy.