Uthceare^[1]
 
 
Please tell me this: is
a mourning dove’s mating call
actually a lament?
 
To me it sounds like 
a woebegone train whistling 
on its weary way
 
through highland thistle
on a sun-starved, loveless day
in late December.
  
[1] An Old English word that means to lie awake and worry before dawn.