don’t need a space ship
The visitor of last night has made it off. The alarm rang at 6:00, but I recall little until about an hour later. I must have checked after the alarm to see if it flew off, but do not remember.
Not sure if injured and awaiting its last breath in relative peace, the white dove perched up in the corner of the wall on the balcony startled me last night as I went outside. Only its head turned towards me, dark round eyes observing, it felt no need to clear out in my presence. Over the next hour as I cooked the day’s last meal on the grill, I came in and out several times but it only turned its head, never moving its feet or wings.
In a bottle cap I put out some water, my hand a chicken’s pace away from the visitor. It adjusted itself, and observed without much fanfare. In the end it did not accept the offering, for the cap is still filled to the brim.
The burlesque side of my human nature sought a greater meaning to the event. Or, was it a kind of desperation that tried to persuade my reason into a fantasy filled with omens, signs, and prophecies?
The dove now departed, unconvinced of event explanations beyond those of an animal’s need for shelter on a cool night, I’m ready for another day of work to help pave the way to a flight of my own.
October 1st, 2008 at 2:58
Rich in symbolism, the white dove… As I told you earlier, if your life was a TV movie, that bird would have no doubt been an angel sent to watch over you, revealing its true nature only in the last 10 minutes of the program, when you succumbed to its hypnotizing presence and crossed over to the other side of the tracks, so to speak.
There are many reasons to be thankful that one’s life *isn’t* a TV movie - this would be but one of them. :)
Although there still may be some symbolism there, though far less mysterious. That a wild bird sought shelter in your abode may mean that he saw in you a soothing presence, and simply felt safe and secure around you. (I wouldn’t blame him!)
As for you “taking flight” yourself… I await that event with bated breath. :)
October 2nd, 2008 at 15:56
The only “meaning” to that event is that you missed out on the opportunity to have a BBQ’d dove for supper!
October 2nd, 2008 at 20:33
Arthur: Look, a white dove, the international peace symbol.
Martin: Ooo, a birdie. Let’s eat it.
You’re welcome to come over anytime your hungry, buddy. I’ll feed ya without resorting to balcony carnage. :P
October 2nd, 2008 at 20:35
And yes, life as a movie would suck, Larissa. The same goes for life as one of my night time dreams.
Anyway, I think the bird came cause it saw _no_ presence at the time it landed. :)
November 5th, 2008 at 14:58
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