If hunger is not the problem, food is not the answer. ~Author unknown
There once were some doves on a line
Who thought they were doing just fine
They looked up and down
And glanced all around
Before spotting a furry canine.
Beneath them, the dog did dance
In fact, you could see him prance
His eye, it did gleam
I could tell he did dream
Of dinner on doves, perchance?
Note: Poetry form is Double Limerick. I’d never heard of this, but I guess it’s really a thing!
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 
I’m always intrigued by birds’ obvious desire to maintain their personal space. When a new one flies in to sit on a wire, the others adjust where they’re sitting so that the space between them remains the same. I suspect these are just as concerned with leaving a good bit of space between themselves and that canine!
You’re absolutely right about their personal space. But of course, with lines seemingly endless, why belly right up next to another bird?! That said, it surprised me to see this many doves lined up together. They tend to pair off more usually.
Debbie, as I’ve shared with you before, you have such a gift with words! This was fantastically brilliant. Not to mention clever and funny.
“His eye, it did gleam
I could tell he did dream
Of dinner on doves, perchance?”
LOL!
Also, I love the photo of the birds on the wire.
Have a great Monday, my friend! And thanks for the great morning read. X
HaHa, I’m glad you liked it, Ron — and I’m glad you told me! I guess there’s a certain silliness about Limericks (remember the one about the old man and the beard??) that I particularly enjoy. Brings out the child in me!
I’m wondering if these birds weren’t somehow aware of the upcoming change forecast in our weather, and maybe that’s why they chose to line up. It’s muggy this morning, but we’re expecting possibly strong storms this afternoon and evening, bringing a cold front. If that drives away the mugginess, I think we’ll all be grateful.
Enjoy your workweek! xx
HA HA HA. I bet he wished he could fly! Katie never noticed things above her. Many times that was a blessing.
Poor little Monkey. He wants to herd everything. In fact, the other day, he put his front paws on a tree trunk, probably thinking he could climb up there and catch a pesky squirrel!
Dallas, too, noticed everything and gave chase, up until his last few weeks. (Perhaps that’s what told me he was ready to leave?)
Awww
Terrific, Debbie. 😁
Thanks, John — I’m glad you found it entertaining!
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Haha, I can imagine Monkey dancing beneath the wire! Sadly I imagine he’ll need to make do with doggie food but we can all dream, right?
With all the stomach issues poor Monk has had, I think doggie food is best for him (and for the mama in charge of clean-up, too!)
Sweet! Love this.
Thanks, Cindy — glad you did!
Loved your clever double limerick! I love the way mourning doves gather on the lines, watching the activity below them with a sense of detachment. I can almost see them thinking, “dream on, little dog, dream on…”
I’m sure that was what they were thinking! And I, too, love their detachment, like they know how far up they are and that Monkey can’t get to them!
Great job! And I suspect a feathered dinner is exactly what Monkey had in mind…..
And that’s probably the last thing he really needs, Ann, what with his sensitive tummy!