quiet as a mouse
up there where the air is rare—
a dove
A hot and muggy morning, out early walking down along the creek, I looked up and—oh! a bird perched way up there at the very top of the tree. We guessed it to be 60 or 70 feet up in the air. It didn’t move. We didn’t move. I took a few pictures. I wonder how small and insignificant we must have appeared to be from the bird’s view.
