A Mourning Dove Ring Tone Five thirty in the morning and I'm getting ready for the day when I hear a familiar but strange sound. It's kind of like a mourning dove. "Kind of" because the rhythm of it is almost too perfect. Like it's fabricated. Instinctively I go to my iPhone to check who might be calling or texting at that hour and wonder does my phone even have a mourning dove ring tone. But the sound is farther away. Perhaps a neighbor in the hallway with their phone, passing by? It's coming from the kitchen. There, on my ledge - 11 floors up - is a delicate, cool-gray mourning dove. Inches away and impossibly perfect. We stare at each other for a moment. Then I go back to getting ready. A bit later, eating breakfast, I glance out the window. The ledge is empty. Kind of sad I thought it was a ring tone. Reach us via e-mail diary@nytimes.com and follow @NYTMetro on Twitter using the hashtag #MetDiary.