Monday, July 10, 2017

A happy and auspicious bird of calm

There is a pretty little Mourning Dove nesting in our Pergola, actually her second family this season.  She never moves a feather as I go about my daily work, unlike the robin who flutters and squawks, having a conniption every time I draw near.  So interesting to observe.  They each have exactly the same conditions, with nests opposite one another. 

Could we but draw back the curtain,
That surrounds each others lives,
See the naked heart and spirit;
Know what spur the action gives;
Often we would find it better,
Purer then we think we would.
We would love each other better,
If we only understood.
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It is a sweet thing,
Friendship, a dear balm,
A happy and auspicious bird of calm...
P. B. Shelly