It's a Dove

There's a dove on my windowsill.
It goes coo-coo.
My screen door is closed
but my regular door is opened.
I hear the dove and its beautiful sound.
And now the dove flies away.
She comes back tomorrow--
I put out bread for her
and I watch her every day.
Finally one day
she's gone for a while.
Then suddenly the next morning
I see her nest of eggs.
Now I go outside
and one hatches.
The dove is still there.
I leave bread out for all of them.