She returns to her familiar feeder and finds it empty,
her red beak and sleek body, longing for nourishment so sparse in winter.
Will she move on to other feeding grounds?
Will she trust in the giver of seed to once again provide so she returns to
her well-known source?
She has a knowing that her Creator will show her the way and supply all of
her needs.
Her companions are not unnoticed by her, as they rest atop the roof.
Four doves, where once there were two.
Their soft purr speak of care and dependence, as they keep a watchful eye
on their beloved,
without fear or despair, they perch peacefully where wings fly.
The Unmaking 