Dove

It was late at night. Her flapping caught my attention. I looked up to see her perched in the rafters. The dove tried to fly out, but she was either hurt or disoriented. She skittered across the ceiling. Landing at the windows, she looked out, unable to pass through the invisible barrier. I climbed up and tried to get her to fly out. She let me come very close but was unable to understand my language or actions. She flew from my but quickly lost altitude and landed on the floor. I climbed down and urged her on. There was just a short distance to go, but she panicked and flew into a wall. She fell to my worktable, stunned, breathing hard, a feather lying loose at her side. Only then was I able to put her in a box and care for her.

She could not understand my attentions and so was hurt. I was unable to help her without being frightening.

I guess in this world, the pursuit of love and compassion is not without pain and confusion…

(Do I sound like Paulo Coelho? Lol!)…

Best wishes,

AG