When He’s Gone

When he’s gone
there will be no hawks
soaring,
no crows
laughing,
no blue jays
teasing,
no phoebes
singing.
Instead, mourning doves
will rustle in the fog,
quiety calling
his name.

Prompt: PAD When he’s gone…

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