How long has it been
Since I heard the shrill din
Of the mourning dove I called Ness?
I remember so clearly
I held her so dearly
As she rest against my breast.
"Where has she flown?"
I dare bemoan
Knowing full well I was her downfall.
My Ness missed her family.
I couldn't let her leave me.
So eternally, she's pinned to my wall.
Now she hangs, crying
Her voice slowly dying,
I fear she'll never again coo.
I realize my mistake
As I feel my heart ache
I should've pinned her family too.