Past the small window on the stairs
always, I peek out
to check on a nest tucked cozily in
the juniper
not easily seen from outside
but just a perfect, safe spot for viewing
from
inside the house
built by a robin
originally holding lovely blue eggs
and then tiny pink babies
until
it was violently raided
by the starlings
in a seemingly heartless version of
turf wars
sadly it sat empty for the rest of that spring
summer, fall
and winter
bandied about through some wicked, windy storms
there wasn’t much left of it to call
a
nest
but early this spring, a lovely young morning dove
moved in
and every day, whether going up or
coming down
I look out, to see if she
is
at home
until one day,
she was gone
and I wasn’t sure, if she had
given up hope, or if I had
just missed
the small miracles, somehow
still, I kept a heart light on
about a week ago, as I passed by
there sat
a lovely young morning dove
perched again
on the remnants
of the
nest
and there she sat,
and sat
morning, noon and night
Wednesday afternoon,
in the garden, I take a few photos
of a lovely young dove
up high in the branches
admiring her graceful long neck
and later
coming down the stairs, notice my new neighbour
is not
on the nest
but in that spot, just outside my window
tucked cozily
in
the juniper
two lovely, barely feathery little bits
of fluff
peeking out
this
is why we are called to
mindful awareness
how many times, I will go
up
and I will come down
in a day
every day
but so much joy
contained in these small miracles
would have been a shame
to have missed
welcome
tiny wonders
of
life
and may life
treat you kind ♥
