Oh these doves, they are cooing crazy
a language full of sunrise colors
with a variance of blues, they coo
and soon the quails – laughing
the way they do, in their morning mood
smaller birds chirp and shrill
the air, melodic music filled
here amid this cactus garden
singing just because
their halcyon songs to the sun
and too these flowers
explode in petals of pale yellow
blooming high
in the saguaro towers