Flight of the Lovebirds

Flight of the Love Birds Perched alone and vulnerable like an untended egg a dove sits bare and shivering exposed to the vast world. Broadcasting his presence, hungry eagle swoops and loops into the foreboding cast shadow of early sunset; fleeting but perceived. The dove's twin flame , hidden from sight, is ready to fight fate in the dusky night to protect his only true treasure, his one and only lovebird. cool air mingles. Cabin stands staunch. For a brief moment, stillness lies in the camp. Eagle tenses, aggressively swerves around the clearing within woods, waiting, watching to devour. Branches of the lean healthy trees now gnarled like boney fingers, cluster menacingly like witches ready to stir their brew. Alone in the distance, stands an ancient spindly tree with etchings of love carved in its bark, outstretched arms and deep roots unmoved Bird flutters to safety in the tree; its lovebird carved in its heart. Whistling wind whispers and sighs; a peck startles the cold windowpane. Lovebird shuffles on the ledge pitter-patter, trembling, awaiting an uneasy destiny but both are nested In the signal and refuge of a devoted dove's song.