Another One Bites the Dust

While sitting in my chair, I heard a loud "Whomp!"
In the quick glance I noticed a dove hovering and then struggling to lift itself in flight.
When I went to the window to see if it had made it to the roof, I saw this image it had made. He had taken a dusting and left a clear imprint of each feather, beak, eye and foot.

And yet he was only stunned, as well I would have been had I expected to have gone somewhere when arrested by an invisible force.
He roosted on the gutter for half an hour. Looking out toward the street and back toward the window, as if retracing his flight.

In wonder, "What the hell happened?"



Then off he flew, none the worse for wear; but, his presence is still noted there.