Dove Grey

This year's
Fully fledged,
First come, clumsy,
Collared doves,
Flap and dash
Themselves 
About the garden sycamore,
Lumber and bounce
Upon soft twigs
Flumble to the ground
And cast an accusing eye:
Cumbersome, who me?
And in a turn 
Of nonchalance 
Take flight
Into a grey
As dove like afternoon.

There will be rain later.

JL Sept 21. 14:18