I stop my typing,
look up from the computer,
try to determine the source of the haunting sound.
I step to the door,
venture outside scanning the limbs of the barren trees.
Evergreen wall encloses the yard,
Low hanging clouds stifle the call,
Cardinal perched high in the maple tree,
Cocks his head to the sound,
Everyday the mourning dove sings
Its haunting tune
Outside my window.