WHITE WING WRITING, EARLY FALL

The sun is shining this bright August morn

   thru my waxy bush and thru 

the window...making mottledy shadows

   on the fruited table cover

The day is cool and the early sky is clear

    .... the light has a hint of fall,

as it does every August here in the 

    shadow of the Sandias...

The bird-grain twelve-inch cylinder, a mere

    five feet to my left is swaying ever 

so slightly with the weight of three hungry

    sparrows, pecking merrily away...

getting their breakfast.

I am busy writing down some ideas...WHEN

    a big shadow falls over my Staples

tablet, as the sparrows flit away fast...and

    I look up.

A dove, as big as a small chicken is sitting

    on top of the grain---and staring right

at me! I know the drill...and move nary an

    eyelash!

I marvel at the bird. Oh there are hundreds,

    maybe thousands of bright-colored-birds

in the world, but this "plain" one always 

    grabs me!

It is as if, the Creator is saying: "See what 

    I can do with simple whites, grays, and

blues...and aren't subtle colors a nice idea?"

  

This bird has a long smooth light gray

   breast and body, and with the darker

gray wings folded, strips of navy blue 

   and pure white run toward the tail,

barely showing under the wings...

The tail feathers are several inches long

   and put the finishing touches on its
 graceful body. 

His graceful neck is constantly moving, right

   and left, somewhat jerkily...his sharp

dark eyes, not missing a thing. Everything
on my writing table puzzles him.

He has a lite breakfast and is GONE!

   No wonder he is so slim and graceful!

Yes, you guessed it! My morning visitor

    is a "WHITE WING DOVE."

I sit and meditate upon the beauties of

    the earth, and our Loving Creator, 

for a long time,

and then begin to hum a hymn,

"all things bright and beautiful,
all things great and small....."

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BY MIL

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