By the way a rock pigeon cooed

By the way a rock pigeon cooed

   Deliberately out of sight

And moved me to rise from bed

   With my own jingle in heart

And July's breath stills the pond

   In its disarming manner

And robs the chimes of their song

   And warms the oleander

And the way a cottontail

   Sits and stirs among the grass

And a quail stands atop the wall

   And doesn't mind my presence

And the storm clouds had splintered

   To let a golden haze form dawn -

I can tell that something good

   And blessed is about to happen.