BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE
JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY Part 1
JASMINE (Jazzie) (1)
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Two baby doves became very special loves
when they were born on my porch flower planter.
Sitting next to them in my Adirondack chair
we had many “person-to-dove” talks.
Light brown feathers, scalloped in white,
soft, fuzzy down; the daily coo-cooing of their parents
was a frequent, familiar sound.
Jasmine, the older, growing stronger each day
walked about the planter
perched on the edge, cocked her head,
preened and puffed her tiny wings
in anticipation of flight.
The day she soloed, flew into the trees
I wasn’t home to see. . .
Now she’s happily on her own
though not full-grown;
Mom and Dad show her how to feed
on berries, insects, seeds,
daily dietary needs (as she blends into her new world.)
She remembers her home
and one evening she lands on the rail.
Delighted, I hail her, “Jazz, it’s really you!”
Quietly, she observes from her perch
walks back and forth, then sits
like a cat in the window, after sipping milk and cream,
contented and serene. . .
My Jasmine came to comfort me
stayed a while. . .made me smile
the evening her sibling, Little J passed away.
Now and then, I see her feeding in the undergrowth
beneath the trees, or she’ll fly to the roof
peer down, as if to stay “I’m still around!”
Even though she’s wild,
this “feathered child”
will always be partly mine.
To read a follow-up story, watch for JASMINE & JEWEL (2) JEWEL (Little J)