You sent me the article:

“Mourning doves vanishing in L.A.”

O no, my foster-city-of-smudged-angels!

Doves were always nesting

everyplace I stayed:   the beach, the rolling farm, my squatty loft!

Their mellowed chorus

  raising me to wake,

whether I was ready, or not,

Every day.

Are they dead now?

Or dying  or simply moving?

Like all of us,

I wonder.

Or

Is this the final signal–

 that all of our perpetual Mourning

is being

carried away?