Thursday, April 26, 2012

Angel of Mourning


The magpie keeps what too easily 
The nesting dove forgets— 

A watchful eye out for what appears 
To be more than just 

A dawning of wings. 



9 comments:

  1. In our little room overlooking the sea this morning I've been listening to a dove who is nesting on top of the AC unit, just on the other side of the wall. She talks to herself in sad little coos and muted burbles: "I don't know, don't know, don't know." Magpies aren't native here, but the cuervos (they look slimmer than our crows, like grackles, charcoal gray not black) play the magpie role—watchful, quick, greedy, and never self-satisfied. They wouldn't be caught dead tucked up under an eave; the tops of sacred Kuyche' trees or palms appeal to them, I think because they can keep their eyes peeled there for "a dawning of wings."

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  2. my turtle doves nested under the eave of my house just outside the window
    here
    where I am now typing this

    the nest had been there for many years they returned each March to reuse it
    last year crows go the eggs

    now that nest is gone so are the crows
    the doves are still around one comes every day to check where the nest had been
    two baby doves almost able to fly where in the drive-way
    so
    my doves have found a safer place

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  3. Our doves make their nests in our palms and cypresses but even if they did choose safer places, no place would be safe enough from
    hawk-eyed crows and magpies--an all too familiar story, I'm afraid.
    Speaking of places, since when did Colorado get itself a view of the sea? That is indeed earthshaking news!

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  4. Ah, a gentle sigh, as of the hushed sound of taking flight...

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  5. speaking of doves:
    in my newest "run at it"
    # 24 goes so far as this:

    late afternoon my morning doves are back they have
    just landed on a branch in that dead tree just outside
    my window my tiny friends with heads on fat necks
    rapidly bobbing up and down and all of a sudden one
    on top of the other ruffling feathers moist red lips
    a little open precisely

    [oh well, eh? life goes & comes & goes again :

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  6. Ed,

    That last phrase coming......and going again--precisely.

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  7. That's a remarkable photo, Vassilis.

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  8. Thanks, Tom--I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

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