In these cold, austere, sort of unfriendly-
feeling days of waning winter...
with early spring, yet to come
I am not alone...
there is a friend---
a "big" one
here outside my writing place, on the
bird grain, five feet to
my left---he comes (every morning)
a seemingly big gray
chicken...at first glance---
Wait!! I think it is a white-winged
dove! Yes! it is!
I'll just be sitting here musing...
or writing...and then
oft a slight thump against the
pane will announce:
"Your friend has arrived...again."
He must've got his seasons mixed
and left Patagonia early
for he is here by himself, tho' he
seems to have had some good
stops along the way...for eating
He sure is FAT!
But as all of God creatures are prone---
He is cold, oh so cold, (for it
is snowing right now), and lonely
and wanting warmth, physical
and mental
He sits on the grain, and spies me
thru the glass...he is having a
few bites...all the while his nervous
neck is moving and checking me
out---
he sees me, I think, as
another fellow creature
with a peaceful heart, tuned in to
the small things of life...
and
stretches, spread his feathers out
as if airing himself...then
draws his neck into his body,
as if trying to become a
little-dove-ball...
and
trusting me to have his back, he
dozes for along time,
still as can be...absorbing warmth
from somewhere---the window,
the grain, the stucco...
He has found a haven, and comfort,
and peace...and a feeling of
safety...just like all God's creatures
crave,
as the Creator hovers over
it all, everywhere at once, Whence
we all have our being...and
"It is good."
Later, and the dove and I have both
dozed (I think)---then
my winter friend, takes a peck or two
for the road,
stretches a bit...peeks at me a coupla
times, and signals me
with those beautiful white-trimmed
wings...saying ...
"Have a good day, see ya tomorrow."
....and he's gone.
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MIL
21 FEBRUARY 2018
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