The Mourning Dove sings its sweet song to greet the sun each day. — Stanley Victor Paskavich Copy Share Image
“She swishes her arms back and forth. “Okay.” Her voice is small and quiet like a mourning dove, like the soft gray… — Laura Pritchett Copy Share Image
“And now I'm back outside again sitting in the white plastic chair looking at the dew on the gas cap of my… — Nicholson Baker Copy Share Image
A mourning dove's beauty is an understated one: the colors of its feathers ranging through various shades of gray and drab violet,… — Jonathan Miles Copy Share Image
