Morning walk

On my walk through the garden this morning
as I stepped along the path I could hear the rustling of leaves
When I stopped, it stopped
When I walked, something walked
Finally, I spotted the little mourning dove
walking through the leaves
I smiled, and it froze...knowing it had been discovered
I had to "chase" him quietly and slowly
to get a shot of him...oh ..I mean a photo of him
Next to the robin the mourning doves are my favorite
...ordinary, and despised by many
I prefer to see them as blessings
They mate for life...I like that in birds and people
They coo in the light of the setting sun...I'm right there with them
They  wobble away from most movement
either of the squirrels or other birds
They are not fighters...but rather they are funny little winged creatures
that delight me in the garden when I just sit and watch
Anything that causes me to be still is a blessing
..a mighty charge they have been given
Be yourself .... you never know who you bless


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