﻿Not of a Feather 



By FLORENCE A. VAN SANT 



A Mourning Dove and a Laughing Gull 

 Met during bird migration, 



And, out of courtesy, they both 

 Joined in a conversation. 



The Dove, the land-bird, said, "I dwell 

 By fields of golden grain " ; 



The Gull said, "I'm a mariner 

 And roam a vast domain." 



In everything they disagreed 



From sentiment to diet ; 

 One loved the tumult of the sea, 



The other liked things quiet. 



When one was happy he would mourn, 

 A truth as strange as fiction; 



The other, he would laugh when sad, 

 'Twas quite a contradiction. 



The Dove said, "I am glad we met," 

 And then moaned, " Coo a-coo"; 



The Gull at parting felt too bad, 

 But laughed, "Hah, hah, adieu!" 



YOUNG BANK SWALLOWS 

 Photographed by James H. Miller, Lowville, N. Y. 



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