A Dare?
Brixham A tiny Inca Dove, Tortolita Colilarga, flew into the casita where I was writing today
He landed on an interior windowsill and we studied each other for a moment
I see this bird and his mate side-by-side in the jardin every day
I glanced outside and there she was—his companion—waiting on the stonewall
I moved toward the dove and cupped my hands around—no resistance
The dove turned his head back and forth eyeing me—first from his left eye, then the right
At the doorway—openhanded—I watched him fly the short distance to the wall
The couple touched bodies then flew away