August 11th 2011 Tim Candler
For a while I thought the Dove
who has her nest in the ornamental had banged her head against the
window once too often. Then I thought it the Frog wrecking her
She's quite nutty. High
stepping toward me, she'll panic and each time she does, so do I.
It's the noise from her wings. So I have to think she blames me for
something. And I know how she feels.
That gremlin who comes in the
night to hide things from me does so deliberately. I spend a great
deal of time looking for his foot prints. But I am supposed to have
better control of those parts of mind the jump to conclusion. There
should be for me an appreciation of possibilities, of alternatives and of
less dramatic options.
But I am more like a Dove, because I see
Gremlin sign and I high step toward them primed by the knowledge that at
last the mystery is solved.