A SUNDAY MORNING MOON...BY A WHITE WINGED DOVE!

This beautiful, peaceful, quiet Sunday

     morning with the sun barely

up, and the light still sparse

I was sitting at my writing place, and

     as oft is the case...looking 

out at the rising dawn

Wanting to do a bit of writing...

          WHEN, "BONK--THUMP"

A white-wing dove big as a 

       bantam rooster landed

          right on the window bar

     next to the grain...

O he was a work of art--- gray,

      with black-feather accents,

and neat white-strips 

      of feathers...and he was 

so smooth, along the 

         head and neck, as if

coiffed for Sunday-go-to-meetin'...

(How can you describe a creation

     like this without saying "feathers"

over and over?)

Did the Heavenly Father just in one

      moment say: "Let there be a 

dove!" or...

Were the "Days" of creation actually

     eons-long and much intricate 

planning went on...to provide Man

      

all the "beauties of the Earth?"

 "peck...thump...peck...thump..."

      the beautiful bird had turned...

...and  WAS "MOONING" ME!

             Shamelessly...

I grabbed my camera...and I had

            my Sunday "poem..."

And I had never realized...

      the beauty... of a 

dove's bottom.

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MIL

23 JULY 17