Little Dove
Yesterday we found a small Dove in the hedge bushes of our home. It had a broken wing and its leg was bent in an awkward fashion. We put it in a ventilated shoebox with a towel on the bottom for warmth.
I was afraid it would die from shock within a few hours. It didn’t, this little guy lasted the rest of the afternoon and throughout the night.
This next morning found it still alive and doing about as well as could be expected. It had pooped and eaten some of the bread crumbs we’d given it but we couldn’t tell if he’d had any of the water we had placed in a small plastic cup in the box. We were surprised it was still alive.
An hour later we went to check and it had passed away.
Tears welled unbidden as I buried it between the trees out back where we had lain two of our beloved kitties to rest.
This tiny sentient being fought for its life for over a day. It had a life of value worth contemplating and wanted to live as much as you or I.
No longer caught in the net of life and time it now flies free to whatever’s next.