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KALIEDOSCOPE

Morning Dove

  • Eliott Cooley
  • Sep 5, 2025
  • 1 min read

coo coo, coo coo

Good morning,

good fun,

good life.

Sun trickles down my back

powering me with its warmth.

Go play,

go laugh,

go run.

Friends gather around me

playing till sunset.

The sound,

the love,

the innocence.

Bird is calling no more.

Its muse, the sun, is gone.

It will rise again.

Until then, rest in bed, and in the morning

you’ll hear that bird again.

 
 
 

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